Michele and I have joked about doing a "She Said/She Said" blog edition, wherein we go do something together and then blog our competing views about the ensuing hijinks.
As it turns out, last night's adventure would have been perfect for a dueling set of blog posts. Because my post would probably read something like: "We drove to the GlobeHopper's house so we could caravan to the restaurant. I jumped into their car, and her husband hopped into ours, so no one would get lost en route. We drove to the restaurant. Ordered tons of food. Ate. Talked. Laughed. Gawked at the bizarre fruit tray that the waiter brought to our table. Agreed that we should do this again, and soon. Went home and went to bed."
Whereas her blog post would probably read more like: "Donna and Bart drove to our house. Bart got out of the passenger side of his car, casually strolled to the curb in front of our house, then approached the passenger side of our car and holy hell did he just throw a newborn kitten into our car?"
Do you think maybe this is why we have so much difficulty making friends? Because seriously, my husband didn't even have his feet on the ground for ten seconds when he somehow spotted a newborn stray kitten, in the dark, in the bushes, and proceeded to make it their problem.
Sorry Michele. Maybe next time we should leave the husbands at home?