I am feeling so groggy this morning. Please realize that I use the term “this morning” loosely — it is actually 2 in the afternoon. We had friends over last night for a barbecue and the margaritas just tasted so good! My friends Carrie and Mark came over, plus my other friends who are also my neighbors, Shannon and Steve, plus Shannon’s sister-in-law. This is who attended under the age of 11: there were my 4 kids, plus my friends’ 4 kids, plus my other friends 3 kids, plus my friends’ sister-in-law’s 2 kids… well let’s just say it was not a quiet evening. Hopefully you now understand why I had to drink so many margaritas.
We live in this amazing neighborhood where the houses are pretty close together and the beach is about a mile away. Shannon and Steve actually live in the house that is directly behind ours; in other words our backyards back up to each other. When we first bought our house there were very tall hedges separating the two yards, but we took out a section and put in a trellis so that we can walk freely to each others’ houses. It has worked out great for the kids because they are just constantly together. Shannon tells me that when Matt (my 6-year-old) is at her house, he basically walks into the kitchen, opens the fridge, and takes food out for himself. That’s how comfortable they are at each other’s homes. (And yes all you sanctimommies, we are working on the manners.)
Even funnier than the kids, though, are the husbands. Steve (Shannon’s dear husband) and Larry are bizarrely close. They are always sneaking off together to smoke a cigar or drink a glass of whiskey or do whatever it is that they do. Steve, if you are reading this, please stop and go back to work. If you do, in fact, still have a job.