This afternoon Dani invited me to come to her "clase de coser"- sewing class. I mean, I'm not Martha Stewart but I thought it'd be nice to get out and maybe learn a new skill. So Lucre picks us up and we roll out to a suburban house. I walk in and I keep thinking "Where is this class?"
As it turns out, it's more of a sewing club, and by sewing club, I mean an afternoon women's hangout. There was delicious baked goods, TV show gossip and of course, discussing who has the craziest mother. Today's mom-talk was about how our mothers made us make our beds, ask my Smother how successful that training was...
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