So...Monnie was at this thingamadoozie.
She was being Monnie.
You know...talking to everybody, being funny as hell...charming.
You know...all Southern Belle-ish and whatnot with a bit of Mr. Bernie Mac thrown in.
She was talking to this one chick who was as cool as the other side of the pillow.
They started "hanging" while there.
When Monnie got up to get a drink, she asked the chick did she want one and vice versa.
Just nice ish.
The Robinator called to check on her and she pulled out her phone and answered it.
"HI HONEY!"
Blah, blah, blah...
Finished the conversation and went to put her phone back in her bag.
The chick was like..."Was that your husband? Lemme see!"
Referring to the picture that shows up when The Robinator calls.
So Monnie shows her the phone which has a picture of Monnie and Robby now because it's the homepage pic thingy.
Chick: You guys make such a cute couple!
Monnie: Thank you.
So the evening progresses.
More drinks are drAnk by the chick (Monnie was driving).
More laughter.
More fun.
Chilling.
The group around Monnie got bigger.
Cuz Monnie likes people.
And for some odd reason...people like Monnie.
After one particular BIG.AZZ.LAUGH...the chick puts her hand on Monnie's arm laughing her azz off.
Chick: You are so cool. No one would ever believe your husband was White!
Now...yall know how this Monnie/SIP thing works. I exist inside Monnie's head and she hardly ever, ever, EVER let's me out to play.
Did this warrant her letting me out to play?
What would YOU have said?
