Scribe1950

Wednesday evening Debbie and Hank stepped through the panoramic entrance to the 'Wilson Ranch’, and as they did every man in the building almost in unison turned to look at the blonde vision that had just entered. Debbie smiled to herself as she noticed this response. It was absolutely necessary to look her very best for the Wilson’s party, as the Wilson family was by some margin the richest family in the Wichita Falls area. Indeed, Debbie kept telling herself, they’d made it into the 100 richest list in Texas Monthly, and as a result of this she’d spent most of Tuesday preparing herself to make sure she was the one woman at the party no one could take their eyes off of. The Wilson’s part was an annual event for the owners of local businesses and their wives, and as Debbie well knew, this was stiff competition. The preparations had begun with a long session at the salon, in which Debbie had had her usual weekly manicure and pedicure, but she’d added to that with a thorough make over

It was Sunday afternoon and as usual I was cruising in the Windstar on the way to Sherman Field for another afternoon of Little Tikes soccer. Jeremy and Josh, my twins excitedly argued about which one of them was going to score more goals, while I tried to imagine what the conversation among the soccer moms was going to be this week. I didn’t think I could take another discussion like last week, in which the other moms discussed exercising, dieting, and how they bounced back from having kids, like it was drug habit they kicked or something. Now I’ll admit I’m not in the best shape of my life but I never thought anyone else thought of me as out of shape until Shirley Mitchell said “Yeah my problem area used to be those damned saddle bags, just like Mary. “ Those words hit me like a cold bucket of water. Just like Mary? Who? Me? I have saddle bags? They all looked at me like I was supposed to agree with her. I wanted to punch Shirley Mitchell right in the face, Pow. But instead, I sat