Hobnobbing With "Brangelina"

The MOMS Club spring party today was so much fun on such a beautiful albeit pollen-filled day! The kids all really loved the food and the egg hunt, and I needed some kind of party to go to as well. Here's why.

My husband came home last night from 3 days in New Orleans doing his lighting controls sales. I asked him if he had some good Louisiana food in the "Big Easy," but he was reluctant to tell me. He knows I get jealous because while he sometimes is wined and dined, I am likely at home eating a peanut butter sandwich in between helping Twyla practice wiping better after pooping and telling Lucy to stop sticking her fingers in the dog's mouth and then into her own, and so on. I told him it was okay to tell me, as I could use a pick-me-up of hearing about interesting things in the outside world after being stuck at home. So he proceeds to tell me about this awesome upscale restaurant they went to in the French Quarter and all the incredibly delicious dishes they ate--unique and tasty ingredients, a big wood-fired oven, and the rest of the really cool ambiance. As I started to salivate and become green-eyed, he casually tops off his story with, "Oh, and as we were getting up to leave, Brad and Angelina walked in. And you know, despite their entourage of body guards, they just looked like regular people. Really, they looked like anyone else in there." (Somehow trying to downplay it.) No Clay, I look like a regular person, lying on the couch with my feet elevated because my legs are throbbing a bit from being on them all day. Angelina and I, why, we are just two peas in a pod with our oh so regular appearances and regular lives as regular folk. Other than a few expletives, all I could think of while lying there looking at the hole in my sock was, sure, I could be her body double. Now poof! Turn into Brad, that regular guy, Clay.