Three of my girl friends (they are in my inner circle) and I got our periods on the same day. I know. It’s gross. Bear with me here, it gets funny.

Background info: So, tomorrow, we are having a horse warming potluck party at Els’s and Todd’s house. Yesterday, Donna consulted with me about what kind of brownie to make. We decided on mint with frosting. Mmm.

This morning, upon hearing about us getting our periods on the same day, Todd talked about building us girls a red tent, because he’s already built a goat pen, a garage, and a horse stall + paddock. Here is the resulting email conversation.

Donna: That’s EXACTLY what we needed! Thanks Todd, you’re the best.

Me: Poor Todd. How about we all just drink to our new level of inner-circledness with red wine on Saturday?

Donna: Either that or Vicodin.

Me: (look up Vicodin on Wikipedia) Mmm… sounds good.

Donna: Yummy … Vicodin brownies.

Me: With frosting!

Donna: yes!

Me: Excellent. It’s the only way to have Vicodin brownies.

Donna: Otherwise they’re a little bitter.

Me: Exactly.

I think it’s funny. Or maybe you had to be there.