by Christy Effinger
I didn’t mean to get drunk at the baby shower, honest, but I couldn’t find a shot glass in Haley’s kitchen, so I had to pour the rum straight into my punch. What kind of housewife doesn’t keep a shot glass in her kitchen? I have five or six squirreled away in mine. So while the other women played some game that involved sniffing at melted candy bars in diapers — no, really — I downed two glasses of spiked punch; then, while they played a game trying to guess the width of Melissa’s girth, I downed two more. I wandered into the living room just as the women passed around the ultrasound picture. “It’s precious,” I cried, “just precious,” and then someone told me I was holding it upside down.
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Christy Effinger is no longer invited to baby showers. She blogs sporadically here.
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5 comments:
I enjoyed reading this funny six. It was rich because of what wasn't said, leaving me to think there was a sadness behind behind this woman's not partaking in the festivities (albeit silly ones). Maybe I'm reading too much into it, but thanks for the read.
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Caroline Wells
What a great way you have with describing a scene. This was poignant, yet rich with subtle humor. Well done! I look forward to reading more of your work.
Seriously, what kind of person doesn't have a shot glass or three on hand? Thank God my wife collects them and we have almost 30 of 'em!
Awesome Six. I laughed out loud.
Hilarious.
Oh, hell. Who likes baby showers anyway?
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