Today we took our lives into our own hands by going to lunch. Who would have thought it could be so dangerous.

Because of construction, we had to drive near the local hospital's emergency room exit. Then a conundrum struck. The light turned green, but an ambulance was approaching. Go? Don't go? What to do?

Then, it happened. Some guy behind us laid on the horn. How rude. What an "Ambulance A**," as we decided to call him. After being jolted to attention by the horrible person behind us we made our turn before the ambulance got there. Then the serious "bad words" starting spewing from all of us. How dare he. Sammy, a mother of two, even had to pull out the middle finger.

We decided to call the guy in the car an Ambulance A**, which brought up a discussion on whether to use profanity in our blog or not. For now, we choose not.

Ambulance A** was just the beginning. After arriving to our favorite Wednesday lunch destination Sammy, who had to "whiz on the electric fence" made her way to the ladies room, only to return to the table laughing hysterically. She told us that after losing the "grippy heel thing" on her shoe, she slipped and nearly went a** over teacups. Wow, we wish we had seen it happen.

Lunch conversations today were a little more sedate than yesterday. Today's big topic was dreams. This discussion began after I mentioned having some horrible dreams lately about floods and disease.

Millie has reoccuring dreams about her teeth falling out and driving upside down (in a loop thing). Sammy has dreams about being blind, about flying and, believe it or not, a smiliar upside down driving dream. I have reoccuring dreams about having to protect my possessions and have been known to wake up in the morning only to discover that I've moved items from my bedroom up on to my bed, presumably to protect them (rugs, cloths, etc.).

And, of course, and as usual, we thought we ought to Google our dreams when we got back to work to see if there was a Web site that would decypher our deepest thoughts. By the way, we ALWAYS have to look something up after a good lunch, it's "our thing."

Okay that's it for today. I'm sure that there's much more we're missing. Stay tuned for our "Disney to Porn" discussion one day soon. We're saving that one for now.

The beginning of Bowling to Boobs

Okay...we can't believe the conversations we have at lunch. Today, after having a conversation that started with bowling, we ended up talking about boobs. We thought that was hilarious and decided that we needed to share our bizzare lunch chatter with whoever would listen.

Today, as usual, we started talking about our company's bowling league. There's talk of a new bowling alley being built in our town soon - and that's where the trouble began. How we could start an in depth discussion about boobs from this point is baffling...but it happened.

Sammy said that she might re-join the bowling league if an alley was built nearby. But, if she joined, she would have to come dressed in her exercise clothes since she teaches aerobics that same night.

Here's where it gets interesting.

Sammy indicated that she wears baggy shorts and an sports bra to work out in. She wears the sports bra even though she says "I don't have very much." To that our friend, Millie noted that her daughter also didn't have "very much" and they were pointy.

Okay...hold on to your sports bras because it didn't stop there. The discussion evolved into an in-depth discussion about nipples, bumps around nipples, percentage of nipple that makes up total boob, etc.

It was "a whole thing," as we like to say.

It's not the first time that our conversations have started off with innocent topics, like bowling and morphed into more hard core topics. And, I'm sure it won't be the last.

And, with that...our Blog, "From Bowling to Boobs" was born. Check back. We'll continue sharing our insights.