Husbands, boyfriends and batteries. That's all we talked about last night at my sister-in-law's bachelorette party. Hope she had fun because my head is aching. It wasn't the beers or the hot wings - it was the volume. My ears are still ringing.
Every two minutes we were rotating our priorities at ten decibels. What flavored shot - cheers and a toast - my retarded husband this, my crazy kid that - honey barbeque or buffalo - pass the chocolate penises...thank God we had it at someone's house instead of a restaurant. People would have thought we just got out of prison the way we were carrying on.
Well, I guess if a woman's partying without her significant other and minus the kids, it's kind of like a jailbreak.
This is the guest of honor with her whip and a package of Dicky Charms.