I went to a playdate yesterday. 3 o'clock date, Ellie slept until 4:20, we got there at 5. The hostess opened the first bottle of wine at 5:15. The husbands came in starting at 6. Intermittantly. All were curious as to why their wives were drinking on a Wednesday night, with no forewarning.It was very Peyton Place minus the swinging.
We left at 8:30. I woke up at 4:30, parched. With a headache.
Lord love a good playdate.
2 comments:
Holy crap! Just last night, a friend at work referenced Peyton Place. The gods are jerking with me . . .
That sounds like my kind of play date.
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