smacky and bucky

Once a month, a group of women (girls, chicks, ladies, broads, whatever) in our neighborhood get together for what I believe they used to call "stitch-n-bitch" until some asshole in NY copyrighted the term and had a lawyer send cease and desist letters to groups using the name in their Yahoo groups. [I may have gotten some facts in the previous sentence incorrect, so don't go adding it to Wikipedia as fact.] The point is, I don't know what they call themselves now, if anything. The group is connected by mass emails, knitting, and eating and drinking.

Tonight it is my wife's turn to host this event. She's excited and I'm happy she's making friends with the neighbors.

I'll be hiding in the back bedroom with pizza, beer, and a new episode of Lost.