Diane, Samantha, and I had a baby free WedSpag last night, and let me tell you- it was delicious. The baby free part. The Trader Joe's gnocchi were good, but not as good as the 99cent Anna ones you can find in your grocer's freezer. Diane came through with the TJ's meatless meatballs and we each had a couple cans of Miller Lite (in beer cozies because it was just too damn cold in my house to touch the can with your bare hands) and ate on the couch instead of at the table (on account of not having to set an example for anyone) and talked about important things like which Aveda shampoo is best and why Americans traditionally chose diamonds in their engagement rings even though sapphires and emeralds are ten times more beautiful (so they don't crack and chip because we are damned brutes who can't take care of our stuff) and why it probably isn't a good idea to drop out of life and run away to foreign countries.

You know, important things.

Cats

Fellow Wed-Spag Ladies, I need advice.

I am considering getting a second cat. I know many of you are "cat people," so I was hoping you could help me make a decision.

My current cat--also known as princess--is very sweet and loves to play, but I'm not sure how she'd feel about another critter in the house. Sometimes she seems lonely (like when I'm ignoring her to do dishes or something), and I think: "she needs a friend."

I love cats. More is always better. Well, maybe not MORE litter boxes and vet bills.

What to do? What to do?

vote

I propose to make it official. The third Wednesday of every month is Miercoles Chili night.

All in favor?

PubSpag

Last Wednesday all us girls got together for the first time since forever. As in, it is probably the first time Luisa, Heather, Nicole, Tavia, Annie, MIkey, and I have been in a room together. We all worked at the same bar around the same time but Luisa jumped ship to Ireland soon after I started, Annie jumped ship to Devon, Heather moved to San Diego, Nicole had Kennedy, Mikey and I got a big girl jobs, Tavia got suburban, and we all grew up somewheres along the way. And managed to spit out eight babies between the lot of us. Who would've guessed that the original fatgirls could grow up to be fatladies?

I love you girls. We didn't know each other as children but we shared that weird transition period between college and adulthood, and I consider you my sisters.

Whose idea was it to try to put these kids on the steps and get their picture? I didn't get any of Keira. Putting a six week old on the third step didn't seem safe, but she is awfully adorable.





Next time we'll get Lynn and Christa and Kat in the mix and we'll leave the babies with the daddies.
Trouble and mayhem will ensue

I was unner dare

In my own house. I was unner 8000 blocks, 600 pieces of crayon, 58 pictures of trains and a fountain of chocolate milk courtesy of JT while I sorted the "trash" and "keep" piles of half eaten books and ripped pictures which he thought was the funniest thing in the world.

I pretended the 3 Tyson chicken nuggets and plate of pineapple was some sort of noodley pasta concoction but it didn't come close. Neither did my desire to cook anything else so I ate JT's supper.

u unner dare?

If you weren't there last night, you missed out. We ate a lot of noodles and bread and cheese and oil and Trader Joe's meatless balls and built a fort using a blanket and my kitchen table and we all hung out under there for a good while.

It's really hard to climb out of that kind of fort when you are a grown-up. I still haven't fully recovered.

I shoulda brought the camera in. Maybe next time, but I just don't think it will be the same.

housekeeping

Hello all!

Today is Lauren M's birthday, so be sure to gush all about it all day long! Nothing is as sacred as the day you were born, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Also, holy crap! Can you believe that the holidays are practically tomorrow? Dave and I were at Lowe's over the weekend and the Christmas trees were on display. Luckily I didn't see anything that I liked better than the one I bought at Target, and the one I wanted from Lowe's last year but they were out of wasn't there again this year. Maybe it was a fire hazard or something and the universe has once again saved me from going down in a firey inferno.

Anyway, the holidays are coming and I would like to do something fun with you guys. I'm closing WedSpag to the public on October 29th because my fat girls from the Pub will be in town and we are "habbing private pardy" that day.

On November 5th, please bring all your leftover Halloween candy and we can play trick-or-treats hide-and-seek with the kiddies. We will sit and they will scamper around looking for hidden treats. Like an Easter Egg Hunt but different. If the costumes are still intact, maybe we can let them dress up one last time. Thoughts?

For the week of November 26th I'm closing the doors on the outliers again, this time my friends I met on the internet are coming over and we are going to talk about how normal it is to feel so alone and scared when you are pregnant that you stalk people online and make them be your best friends.

We will resume some sort of normalcy on December 3rd, for a couple weeks at least. I'm assuming no one will be interested in coming over on Christmas Eve, but if you find yourself with nothing to do, I'm quite sure I will have a houseful of revelers. I usually do.

Oh! Angela accidentally won the honor of naming the official winter drink of WedSpag! Hot chocolate and peppermint schnapps. Delish. We will be serving ours beginning December 1st. If you are good, I'll make you REAL hot chocolate. You'll at least get brandnamed packets of the stuff if nothing else. Because I'm the boss, I'm naming hot cider and whiskey as the official drink of autumn. It's getting a little too brisk for our gin&lemonade with a cuke garnish.

Hope to see you at the table tonight. If not, let me know what kind of pasta you made at your house.