Girls, Girls, Girls

I could smell this one coming a mile away.

Recently, I’ve been spending a lot of time with my friend Frack. She’s attractive, single and a great deal of fun. She believes in self-love, so much that she recently bought herself the costly Cartier love bracelet just to prove that she doesn’t need a man to do it for her. That’s not to say she doesn’t want a man – she’s just been showered with a parade of Mr. Wrongs or Mr. Right Nows. She has no plans on settling, and I can’t say that I blame her.

Anyway, we’ve painted the town red on a couple of occasions. And we’ve also spent some nights watching movies and some days lying out by the pool. She’s patient and has no problem with foursomes – as in her, myself and the two kids. It’s a perfectly innocent friendship… until one small-minded, mental midget comes along.

Friday night we were all dressed up with some place to go when J-Fed put in an appearance to pick up the new pup. He gave both of us the once and twice over. It wasn’t long before J-Fed and I got into a heated discussion about something or another. Frack was in the kitchen doing her best to play deaf. However, it’s quite possible that she heard every word of the conversation, just as those one county over probably had.

As J-Fed was making his exit, he mumbled something under his breath. Unable to contain herself, Frack uttered a smart ass comment in response. While she was kidding, J-Fed took her remark to heart and was deeply offended. Apparently, it hit close to home.

It was just two days later when I loaded up the children to go hang out with Frack and her family. Once again, J-Fed had reared his head just in the nick of time. I recruited him to help me load up the stroller, the kids and the kitchen sink, as it appeared I had packed everything else.