Open Letter to the Supper Club Girls
Dear SC Ladies,
I could not button my pants this morning. I am still uncomfortably full. I, thankfully, was not hungover this morning (or drunk last night when I drove three of you home), however I did wake up in the middle of the night because I was so disgustingly stuffed with your tasty Mediterranean delights. Also, Le Boy scarfed down some leftovers at 11:30 last night. He gave our efforts an A+ and suggested that next month the boys plan a "food raid" - and this was even before I told him about the aprons.
I own an apron! A fabulous, vintage apron! With eyelet!
He also vowed not to forget that Supper Club is a multi-hour event and promised not to call everyone repeatedly looking for me when I'm not home by 10:30.
Affectionately yours,
The Lady Croom
PS - I lurrrrrvvvvvve you all! So much! Seriously, Supper Club is the highlight of my month. Y'all have a special place in my (presently clogged with feta) heart.
I could not button my pants this morning. I am still uncomfortably full. I, thankfully, was not hungover this morning (or drunk last night when I drove three of you home), however I did wake up in the middle of the night because I was so disgustingly stuffed with your tasty Mediterranean delights. Also, Le Boy scarfed down some leftovers at 11:30 last night. He gave our efforts an A+ and suggested that next month the boys plan a "food raid" - and this was even before I told him about the aprons.
I own an apron! A fabulous, vintage apron! With eyelet!
He also vowed not to forget that Supper Club is a multi-hour event and promised not to call everyone repeatedly looking for me when I'm not home by 10:30.
Affectionately yours,
The Lady Croom
PS - I lurrrrrvvvvvve you all! So much! Seriously, Supper Club is the highlight of my month. Y'all have a special place in my (presently clogged with feta) heart.