I couldn't help but bust out with a little Freak Nasty lyrics when Mrs. Georgia proposed having a "dip" party.
"I put my hand upon your hip
When I dip, you dip, we dip
You put your hand upon my hip
When you dip, I dip, we dip"
She throws all sorts of fun parties for those of us who aren't slaving away at a 9-5 job. Some parties hosted have included a baby shower, a cookie exchange, a Pinterest inspired potluck, a brunch and now, "da dip" part-ay.
It's a lot of fun, and it is one of the "pros" of living here. Living in our apartment complex is like living in the college dorms. There are many stay at home wives and moms around during the day..and one might think we get bored but the truth is anything but. I actually feel bad for the guys and girls who do work the 9-5's and often miss out on the fun. There is ALwAYS something going on, and its not unusual for our husbands to come home to stories of what fun we had that day.
Rubbing it in..does it get any crueler?
Anyways, here's an example of what NZ will be hearing about tonight. If he's lucky his loves will bring home leftovers.