eavesdroppings of an eavesdropper

my sister molly came over the other night. we like to lay in bed and talk, and watch scary movies together, and talk some more. i have decided that i really need to tell this story of hers because i have never laughed so hard about the thought of these "guys" acting like a bunch of "girls". yep, that's right...i called some "men" "girls" AGAIN!! so here's the story because i know you are all at the edge of your seat now (except molly).

molly attends a yoga class downtown with a friend of hers and after the class they go to one of those intellectually cool and oh so liberal coffee shops. they order themselves some funky new herbal tea and sit down to put on their oh so liberal "act". she then tells me that she overhears a group of guys right by her who start to talk about...WHAT THEY WANT THEIR WEDDINGS TO BE LIKE!! seriously, guys talking about weddings. and not just goofy sensitive guys, hard core sleeve tattoo guys. molly then turns to them and says " you guys realize that it is the girl who is going to be making all the decisions about the wedding not you." to which they reply...and oh this is just the best response i have ever heard, i think i might use it now for myself. they said," we weren't having like a real conversation. it is just a made up conversation, like if we were talking about time machines." TIME MACHINES!! TIME MACHINES!! oh, that is so my response for weird conversations now. i told molly that she should have said to them (some of you may be offended by this and i apologize) "don't you need a vagina (we don't use funny names in this family. if your vagina hurts then you stand up in the middle of a church meeting and you tell me " MOM, MY BAGINA HURTS") to have this conversation?" to which molly and i laughed and laughed.
all together now..."MARCI IS A WOMAN WHO IS DEMEANING TO WOMEN!" but still, TIME MACHINES...you can't beat that.