Actually, I know I said brunch, but when we spoke on the phone it was lunch that we agreed on. I don't know what the difference is, but it's a lunch date, actually. What's that, somewhere in the 2:00-3:00 range? And it's Sunday. So while my entire born-again Christian family is somewhere far away praising Jesus and being all godly, I'll be trying to get in the pants of a stripper. I love that.
Oh, and I see there is a little confusion about one of the things I told you all. The thing about her giving benadryl to her kids was a joke. I mean, she did say that, but it was clear that it was a joke to me. I told her she could always just chain them to a stump in the backyard instead. She laughed. I guess we do have a similar sense of humor!