the neighborhood book club

bored,

because football

season is over,

i join the neighborhood

book club

that meets on

Saturday nights.

it's mostly women

who also belong to the

gardening

meetup, the survival

after divorce meetup,

and the weight watchers

club,

the book we

are supposed to read

for next weeks

gathering,

is the autobiography

of Gwenyth Paltrow.

i want to shoot

myself in the head, 

but don't.

i grab a handful of sugar

cookies off the table,

that Becky made, and

a cup of coffee, 

which i carefully

splash with a healthy dose

of Bailey's Irish Cream

and listen

to the discussion of last

week's book.

it was written after the movie

was made.

Love Actually.

who wants to start us off,

Becky says.