Hangin’ with the Girls…or When the Girls Start to Hang

So, I told you that I had a dinner for my mom and 6 of her friends last week.
It could have gone a couple of different ways.
Scenario one: a bunch of stuffy women wearing their Talbots best and an evening discussing the finer points of driving moccasins and chicken divan.
Scenario two: a gaggle of giggling women talking about Jesus and boobs.
We’ll take scenario two please.
One of the women, Miss Trish, was diagnosed with breast cancer this past year. She’s had a mastectomy and some chemo. She’s pretty upbeat about it- and occasionally she’ll just get downright funny about it. Hang on to that thought for a minute.
Another of the women, Miss Rose, is about 4’10 and 95 pounds- and 100% firecracker. Very funny lady, and she drives a purple PT Cruiser. My very favorite story to tell on her is one she told us at Bible Study. She prays as diligently as I eat- a discipline that I am trying to learn. Anyway, she told us that she woke up one day last spring and prayed the following: “Lord, I want you to guide my entire day. Every. Single. Minute. I’m just going to do what I hear you telling me to do- minute by minute.” Then she looked at us and said, “I didn’t do a single thing all day long.” Maybe you had to be there, but her voice inflection and her look of complete dismay at the thought of doing nothing for an entire day was hilarious to me.
Then there’s Miss Sarah. I had never met her before she walked in my front door. Which is why it was so weird that she walked in my front door, directly into my kitchen, made a comment about how good everything smelled, started opening drawers, found herself a spoon, and just started tasting things. You gotta love it- I sure did.
And Miss Tink– she’s in her 70’s and can tell a story that will make you wet your pants.
There were others all equally as entertaining, but the highlight of the night had to be when my mom gave one of them a birthday card that had a cartoon of a group of older women in bikini tops. Let’s just say that the theme of the card was that eventually gravity wins.
And it’s a shut-out.
One of them made a comment about how it looked like their particular group if they were to sport bikini tops.
At this point Miss Trish gleefully pointed out “NOT ME!”
And I said, “Well, I guess that is a definite plus from the cancer huh?”
And she said, “Yep. I go home and take off my hair and my boobs, and all is well.”
So I guess it’s true; there is a silver lining to everything, because as I quickly approach the age where the girls will require their very own deodorant application, the ability to remove them at the end of the day is starting to sound mighty darn good.
See y’all!

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2 Comments on Hangin’ with the Girls…or When the Girls Start to Hang

  1. Melissa Stover
    August 5, 2009 at 11:41 pm (8 years ago)

    that sounds like a fun group of ladies.

  2. Melissa
    August 7, 2009 at 8:36 am (8 years ago)

    Hilarious! You had me at the title.


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