“OMG Danita, it’s hopeless out here,” I moaned while we sat watching her son’s football game. I did not want to laugh, but he looked so cute struggling to run up the field bearing his weight in equipment. As he worked on his Heisman’s highlight reel, the cheerleaders, including Nia, shook their pom-poms as if casting out demons. It was two weeks before Halloween, but patrons still felt comfortable wearing short sleeves and jeans. I even saw a few pair of flip-flops, but my toes rested comfortable in a pair of sneakers.
“Who are you telling? Vita from work set me up with a blind date with a guy who bowls with her husband. Honey, when I tell you I considered faking choking on some food to get out of there…I tell you, I was figuring out which way I was going to fall out of the chair,” she sa
