Regrets to All who were unable to attend this week's *Very Special* GALS Club Meeting. Which just happened to be on Nikki's Birthday. So, a party and sleep over were inevitable.
We started by meeting at our favorite Chinese Restaurant...
Philly can't understand why people are unable to find a job. "Hell, I've had six in the last 2 months!"
Jen was heard cussing. She couldn't get the hang of using chopsticks. (We wouldn't allow her to use a fork, it's un-American!) So Nikki loaned her her *automatic* chopsticks. They look like giant tweezers, except they're made of plastic. (I'll leave the jokes about this up to your own imaginations. Heh heh, there were some *good* ones said.)
CoffeyMate tells us that she can't even change a light bulb. She thought she could, so she did. And a half hour later, as she was standing over by the stove, the glass cover came crashing down. No injuries were reported.
We adjourned and went to our favorite Bar...
Phil (aka...Earth to Phil, Phil..uh..nevermind, and FIL) gave us a sample of a new cider the salesman was promoting. He wanted our opinions. Only one person had something good to say about it. Then it was suggested that it needed a splash of Midori. And we all agreed it *now* tasted like bubble gum. He's not going to stock it.
Kelsey started dancing before he even chalked his cue stick. He *knew* he had the eight ball in the corner pocket! You guessed it, he missed.
Kaye Coffey actually bought a round of shots! Can you believe that?
We adjourned and went to Nikki's condo...
Nikki made up a big batch of "Widow's Punch". We can see where it got it's name.
Shannon had a new video game. It was like a game-show on TV, complete with wacky commercials.
Orndolff kept switching our lighters around.
Pat woke up with a terrible crick in his neck from sleeping on the couch. He says, "Yours' don't sleep like mine at home."
WHAT OUR FORTUNE COOKIES SAID-----
(Please refrain from adding "in bed" afterwards.)
Wow! I finally made the GALS Club Newsletter. My first time! Hmmmm...I wonder if I need to send myself the "CONGRATULATIONS!" notice?
Your President,
Kaye Coffey