It started right after our first son started school &
I was still a, "stay at home” with our second boy.
I was struggling with a little postpartum depression
when my best x-friend, "Dim, The Psychologist Trollop,"
who’s only nemesis is common sense; invited me to have
a “Lady’s Lingerie Party.”
I should have known better than to trust Lynn Garrett
with anything to do with my life but I was weak that
morning she called me.
It seemed the perfect answer to our money whoa & doing
something sexy seemed to make my husband happier.
He started working late nights rehearsing with his band,
which left me alone most night until his triumphant return
home. But while I was busy being happy & worrying about
making baby number three, my mother in law was spying
on me to make sure I was being a “good wife.”
Those nights when I was having a “Lady’s Lingerie Party"
before my husband got home were the nights that caused
these gross misunderstandings.
That and the fact that I had to lie to my mother-in-law about
what I was selling at those parties.