I never got to recap my night out with the girls last week. This is becoming a them isn’t it? Not a night out with the girls….but the fact that it takes me a week to recap an event. O-well, we had such a great time…it is DEFINITELY worth recapping…even if it’s a week late.
Nina and I met up with one of my girlfriends who’s husband is in Iraq. He and J were in Iraq together the last time and now he is deployed again (thank goodness J is out of the military PRAISETHELORD). She is a trooper, I think this is his THIRD tour of duty! WOW!
We met up at a local mexican restaurant and spent the majority of the night laughing our butts off! Since we are ALWAYS trying to set N up with her PH (potential husband)…it was fitting when Amanda mentioned she knew someone who might fit the bill! N and I looked at each other like “JACKPOT”!
She described him as:
HOT – check
Super HOT – check
Great blue eyes – check
Nice body – check
Very nice – check
Super successful – check
And then she mentioned….
he may be a little bit of a commitment phobe. Hmmmmm…ok. Not a big deal.
Workable right? – check
It wasn’t until she nonchalantly mentioned he had F O U R kids (one age 16) and has had T W O divorces that her “commitment phobe” comment made more sense. Not that four kids and two divorces are necessarily deal breakers. But, N would be closer to a sister than a mother to his oldest child. Plus, when you have never been married and have no kids of your own…it’s hard to jump into instant step mom.
Needless to say, N didn’t completely throw the idea out the window. I mean, come one, she did say SUPER HOT! 🙂
Now, before you all go commenting saying “Super hot is not everything. Personality is more important.” I KNOW I KNOW! You are right. Even before you say it. You are right.
But super hot is definitely a plus!
And I have nothing against anyone who has had four kids or two divorces…just saying…in case you want to attack me for that comment too. By the way, J wants four kids. Totally irrelevant.
We are about to leave the parking lot when I suddenly realized (light bulb moment)…we never got a group picture! Complete necessity for the blog!
So what are three chicks without a photographer to do….you guessed it….set the camera on the hood of the car and set the timer! Here’s what we got out of it. I didn’t crop it or alter just for your viewing pleasure. We didn’t do so bad if I do say so myself.
Amanda, Nina, and Me
A few sangria’s into the night (N not me) and it was off to Target for a few extremely important items….oreo’s and milk????
I wish I could remember some quotes from the night, but being the fact that it took me almost a week to recap…that’s what I get. But, I assure you, N had some very classic lines that evening. And most of them weren’t about oreo’s and milk. Although we did find humor in the oreo’s.
We passed a guy riding a bike on the way home and I mentioned it to Nina (it was pitch black, she was 2 glasses of wine deep and she was eating oreo’s while driving as she twittered-so I just thought I’d mention the guy on the bike- you know- just in case she didn’t see him).
Her response was…something like this…”andtheresabackhoe”. Yea, as you can imagine with about two oreo’s in her mouth, I had no idea what she said. I was like, “what? And he’s chewing tobacco?”
Apparently what she said was…”Yea, and there is a backhoe.”
First off, I’m not sure why that was relevant to the guy on the bike, but hey, alright. And second, WHAT THE FLIPPING HECK is a backhoe???? We argued for 10 minutes on the way home about the damn backhoe. I even ask her to spell it.
I finally realized what she meant (you know one of those tractor looking things with a scooper-totally not doing the definition justice).
Anyway, I guess she did know what she was talking about. There apparently is such thing as a backhoe. How I grew up in SO IL and never knew that is beyond me. Anyway, she even @replied me on twitter with the dictionary definition. So, I’m curious….how many of you would have known what a backhoe was? Or maybe I was just thrown off by the fact that I was talking about a guy on a bike and she started talking about tractors. Either way, we laughed so hard we cried. Which is, again, why I lover her dearly.