Lunch, Wednesday May 3

Krissy: (somewhat whiny) Why are there no black people in Russia, Sophie?
Sophie: Because it's Russia. What you're doing is like complaining that there are no Mexicans in the Congo.
Krissy: Harumph. There should be Mexicans in the Congo. Seriously, how do they find food to eat without Mexicans around to make it?
(Pause)
Sophie: They don't.
(Eruption of guilty laughter)

Time elapses, Sophie and Angie tell funny stories about schizophrenics.

Joel, in a moment of hysterics, spits at least two peanuts out at Sophie. His melanin-less face turns bright red. He apologizes as profusely as his WASPiness allows him.

Hearty laughs are shared at Joel's expense.

Let's see, politically incorrect jokes, jabs at the effects of homeschooling, dysfunctional family stories...I hope my lunches with friends are like this when we have paychecks and babies (or the painful or smug lack thereof). I do so hope.