Village people

A few days ago, I got a phone call at 9:30 at night from our new neighbors who have recently relocated from St. Louis.  They know no one, and we have become fast friends because:

1. They have a baby 3 weeks older than Bubs

2. They like to BBQ and drink

3. Who needs a 3rd reason?!

Motherhood had aged me. Oh, and Go Pack Go!Five years ago, a call at 9:30 at night would have been my friends asking if I wanted to go get a drink.  Today, it wakes me up from a deep slumber.  Something was wrong.  Mrs. St. Louis had had a nightmare and sprung out of bed in one of those "Am I dreaming, or is Jay Leno really wearing my nightgown and trying to steal our leftover mutton?" moments.  She biffed it, hard, falling into the wall face first, where there happened to be a screw sticking out.  HOLY FUCKING OUCH.  OOOOUUUUUUUUCH! Ouch ouch ouchouchouchouch! Ouch.

Pretty bad, huh?Mr. St. Louis had to take her to the emegency room, but they had Baby St. Louis to think about.  So they called us.  Woke us up.  Brought Baby St. Louis over for the night.  And I'm so happy they did.  I'm so happy to be able to be that person in someone's life.  Their whole situation with relocating and having a new baby makes me think of my dear Hotlanta Housewife.  Who do you turn to when you're family is in another state?  Well, St. Louis, you can always turn to me.  Nene, Phaedra, Kandi - I assume Jenny can turn to you.

Comments

[Jenny]

St Louis is so lucky to have you for her neighbor! She hit the Shorewood jackpot with that, for sure. We're still searching, optimistically, for the middle-of- the-night- phone call friend. I think Nene has blocked me (she a straw, anyway).

Your blog is always a terrifically funny and honest read. I'm so glad you're back, baby!!