Middle-aged mamas go to prom + a teaser
About three times a year, I coordinate a very nice couples’ meal with a group of parents in my son’s (7th grade) class. I call it Supper Club, and this is a time for us to dress up and have a meal without having to bring the iPads, Kindles, Nintendo DSI’s…well, you get the point. With some moms from my daughters’ (5th grade) class, we get together seven first Fridays of the month during the school year, and each mom plans dinner and some fun activity for her month.
This Saturday, our kids’ school is having a fundraising gala and we seven middle-aged mamas are acting like it’s 1989 and going to prom again. We started today with a spray tan gal who came to us to even out our farmers’ tans, and uneven bathing suit lines. Tomorrow could be eyebrow threading, mani/pedi, or a visit to the hair salon to get out all the grays! On Saturday, we have a hair gal and a make-up gal coming to one of our homes and we will gather to have lunch, drink wine and get dolled up!!! We are all thrilled since this is a rare occurrence for any of us. Normally, we see each other in the pick-up/drop-off line with our hairs in a bun, work out clothes still on (whether or not we got to the gym) and barely any make-up. This is how we see each other on a daily basis, so we are feeling like Cinderella going to the BALL!
Why do I tell you all this crap about my life when all you want is the teaser??? 😉
1. I want you to share in my fun.
2. Because of my unusually weekend, I will go dark on you. (Yeah, yeah…I know you’re all thinking, “I’ve heard that before…!”)
3. And since I’ll go dark on you, I want to leave you with a teaser!
Here goes…though sometimes I think it’s worse to get a teaser than to be totally left in the dark. (“Hehehe,” says the evil queen of tease) Good night and see you all Monday morning.
Right as things were about to get even better, he took away his finger and left me hanging. But no sooner did the finger leave, another body part stood tall, ready to take its place. I don’t know when all his clothes had come off, but somehow, like movie magic, he was about to enter my sanctuary when I uttered something that never should be uttered while having sex with a man. I mentioned another man’s name while in heat.