Butterflies in my Tummy, Cows Out my Ass, and the Legend of the Scrungie Savior...(this is long one, folks!)

Roll all that into one night and you've either got one helluva story or a nasty hangover!

We attended this couple's birthday party last night.  This guy and his wife celebrate their bday's just 2 days apart. This couple we've met before--they are like a cross between Tommy Lee and Pamela and Twiddledee and Twiddledum.......corny little can't keep my hands off of you dorks.....

Don't get me wrong.  They are truly nice people...but their constant 'a goo goo-ing' and melodramatic 'aww, i love you's' gave me plenty of spark to light my '125 proof' thirst. lol  He was celebrating his bday that night and hers would be Monday.  What a pair.  They are expecting their 4th child soon ya know....who would have guessed?

At the party, we find a few more couples.  We also had the 'We always communicate therefore we are above you people' couple and the 'We've been through shit and back so fuck off' couple...and then also the 'my hub's outta town' couple and then the ' I can't find a decent woman' stag.

I think we fell into the 'You people are totally nuts but free beer and drinks so hurrah' couple....lol

I had my share of mixed drinks to settle the butterflies roaming around my tummy about tomorrow's big house loan application appointment.  (It's on my other blog)...

But then little miss 'my marriage is perfect' from the 'communication' couple i spoke of up there, had to go and cause some waves.

She said that married men (or women) have no business going to strip clubs or bars with out their better half.  That that is why they married in the first place...and blah blah blah...that is why she and hub 'communicated' over those issues before they married to make him understand that if he wanted those things, he can kiss her goodbye.

What?? 

I had a cow.  And it wasn't very pretty.

Believe what you want miss perfect, but marriage is partly based on trust last I heard, and if you don't trust your hub or wife, then doom is surely to follow. Anyone else agree with that???

After my little spitfire, I chose to mingle with the only sane one there....the wife of the 'been thru shit' couple and felt much more at eaze with her.  Down went drink #3.  And up went the legend of the scrungie.

The girl I felt at eaze with, had no problem with my and hub's little 'off-centered' jokes.  Her and her spouse went right along with the flow.  It so happened she was wearing one of those new fad hair wigs that so many girls are spawning now a days.  Very pretty actually, but made for some great knee slapping fun.

It started when she mentioned the hair piece she was wearing attached with claws instead of the string she has on the other piece.  Of course, I had to mention the gag gift I bought for my sis, (since she's into fake hair as well)...which was a scrungie made of hair....(like cornsilk only in hair color)...

I told her it made for a nice 'replacement' for hub when I wasn't around or available........and that too bad it didn't also have a string attached for width adjustment! ....Our table was laughing up a storm...hub was parading around pretending to be wearing the scrunging in a most obscure place and the Wig Girl was saying her hub liked to PULL ON HER WIG himself......the whole sexual induendo was too much to handle for that MISS PERFECT girl..who just couldn't take the legend very well and stood at the doorway looking flabberghasted and disgusted.

Poor her.  I looked over at her and felt a bit sorry but geez I think life is too short to be too serious all the time!!!

Needless to say, as the night came to a close I still went up to her and said my thank you's and hope to see you agains. 

I did, however, mention to her that maybe next time she could borrow the wig......after all, legend says it can do wonders for your 'perfect' marriage.