2006-04-03 - 2:21 p.m.

A few months ago, an “Irish pub” opened up around the corner from us. It’s pretty cheesy, but it's about 100 paces from our front door. So, we have been doing our part to keep the place in business. A friend of mine (Valentine) recently learned that this pub has a fantastic Sunday brunch that involves bottomless mimosas. When Valentine told me about this, she sang the word “bottomless” triumphantly. This has become our fight song.

Valentine is a new(ish) friend of ours. She gathers with us for Wednesday night tee-vee viewings and has really grown on me. It’s pretty rare to find nice ladyfriends who share a similar warped sense of humor.

Yesterday at Bottomless Brunch, we were out on the patio and someone walked by with a puppy. This led to a conversation about how puppies are cute. I shared that I sometimes go to pet stores just to hold puppies. Valentine said she’s done the same. Then Valentine’s boyfriend chimed in with, “You girls are really just longing to have babies.” I said, “No, not really.” He said, “Yes, you certainly are.” I said, “No, actually I wish I could just give birth to a puppy.” And Valentine said, “That’s so weird. I was just wishing I could give birth to a squirrel!”

 

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