I am a stay at home mom of 7 (4 boys, 3 girls), ranging in age from 19 down to 3. I spend a fair amount of time looking at them and wondering if their real mom is ever coming home. I have been married for 21 years to a man that catches bad guys for a living. Check out Talitha’s blog here.
This should be fun…
So I am involved in helping plan and execute an event for a school booster club. This is normally not “my thing”, but I am determined to do this–to be of help, and to broaden my social circles a bit. I am excited, but a little nervous, because getting to know new people in a new environment is not something that comes easy to me.
So, I get the emails about where and when the first planning meeting is going to be. It seems that in choosing the location for said meeting, a high priority is placed on the availability of adult beverages and, if at all possible, a good Happy Hour. (and not the Sonic one, which of course I would be. All. Over.)
Great.
You see, with new people, I’ve always preferred easing into the fact that I am “The Mormon Chick”. I can usually count on a few meetings that don’t require me to reveal my teetotaler status, which gives me a chance to get comfortable with people before we have to get all “why don’t you drink?” about it.
So, I go to The Hubby and I state: (very maturely and not at all whiny) “But I don’t waaaaaannna be ‘The Mormon Chick’ at the very first meeeeetinnngg.”
His response?
“Tell them you’re a raging alcoholic.”
“Or tell them that if you come home drunk one more time, I’ll beat you.”
“Or you could always say…hey! Where are you going, babe?”
He made being “The Mormon Chick” seem preferable, I’ll give him that.
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