Thin the Herd!

After days of nothing to say, now I have a lot. I also feel the pressure anonymous to entertain you. No, not pressure, but I want you to be happy. I have to start with this little bit though, because it annoyed me. I don't know why, but it did.
So my friend Lisa, who is mentioned in here A LOT has a ton of friends. Really, so many. She is the nicest person ever. She goes out of her way to do anything for anybody. She runs charity events, baseball stuff, lunches, brunches, you name it, she does it. It makes me exhausted thinking about it. Anyway, back to her way to many friends. The other day she is having lunch with her friend, lets call her Mary. She invites me to go. I don't know Mary, never met her, but of course I say, "Sure." So we go have lunch, now Mary's nice enough, she is just started yoga and called child's pose, "Child's play," which was cute. She seemed fine. She did go on and on about how strict she was as a parent, how she watched everything her two boys did. How she read there e mails, txts, im's. Listen, whatever, I don't care what anybody else does. Not my deal. I politely listened to her telling us how it's done, ate my sushi and we all went to Lisa's club to pick up our kids.
Now, before I tell the rest of that day I have to jump ahead to where the next day she's takes the time out of her day to call Lisa and leave her a message, "Call me. I have to ask you something." Lisa calls her back and Mary says, "Was that a NOSE RING Amy had on? " "Yes, "Lisa said, "Why?" Mary says, "I just couldn't figure it out. And I saw she had a tattoo too." (Two actually Mary, but who's counting, oh yeah, you) Lisa was annoyed with her because her voice was full of judgement. Lisa hung up and went about her day.
So back to picking up our kids. Lisa. Mary and I sit down at a table outside and wait for the kids to be done swimming. My nine year son comes over and sits down at the table with us. Without any prompt from his pierced, tattooed mother he looks Mary straight in the eyes, puts out his hand and says, "It's very nice to meet you Mrs. Judgemental" (no, he didn't say that) but he did do the rest. As polite and well mannered as he could be (even though, he too, has a pierced ear). Then Mary's teenage son came over. Didn't look at Lisa or I. Didn't say thank you to Lisa for having him at her club, just stood there looking at his shoes. Hmmmm.... I'm sorry Mary, I win. And technically it's not a nose ring, it's a diamond.