Finding Blanche

Nothing stays the same.

What I learned from the cool girl in our mahj game tonight.

Get off my swag.

And I’m frightened to say I now know what a chaud is.

I may never be the same again.

5 Comments »

  amyz5 wrote @

hmmmm. a crystal meth remedy. that is concerning. and wendy, who plays mahj two nights before a mitzvah. shouldn’t you be flat-ironing spanks or something?

  Wendy wrote @

Oh my. That is not the definition I learned. Yikes.

I know I’m extremely irresponsible. But I swear, I already flattened the spanx!

  Miz Liz wrote @

Well, this is certainly not your mother’s game!!! Maybe you should tone it down a bit if you ever ask her to sub.

  Janet wrote @

Whoa…what ELSE goes on at those games that you DON’T tell us about, Wendy?????

Janet

PS Have a great weekend…and good luck with everything!

  Gnightgirl wrote @

Whenever I get about fancying myself worldly and knowledgeable, you always set me straight. I am not, however, even slightly tempted to do a Google image search for a chaud.


Your comment

HTML-Tags:
<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <pre> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>