Tuesday is pool night. My Honey plays pool and I watch. And have a beer. Or two.
Last week I saw a gal walk in who looked familiar, but I couldn't place her, because that's how I am. Eventually, I heard her voice and realized it was Hannah's teacher. My first thought? "What is her first grade teacher doing in a BAR?!" Followed closely by "What is a first grade mama doing in a bar?" I was quick to judge. And quick to stop judging too.
Eventually she saw me and we had a little conversation about first grade teachers and first grade mamas in the bar and we decided it could be our secret. And I invited her back next week. Turns out her husband plays pool too.