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broad, I think I might have a case of Carlsbad Cavern crotch,” Paige said as she dipped her brush into the gray paint.“Whatever Paige. I’m sure Bryan doesn’t have any issues with your crotch, cavernous or otherwise,” Katrine said.
      “Maybe not, but Bryan went downtown last night and I swear I heard an echo…I guess after pushing my kids out, I might need one of those vaginal tightening surgeries.”
    “Well if you don’t get it tightened at least I know what to get Bryan for his birthday,” Jane said. “A miner’s hat!” She laughed. They all gave her a blank look. “You know, the ones with a light on the front.” They all groaned. “What? That’s gold, bitches.” She suddenly became very serious. “But it’s all worth it, right?” she asked, looking distressed.
    “Oh, Janie, I’m sorry, that was insensitive of me. Yes, honey, it’s totally worth it. Every stretch mark, a cavernous vagina, all of it,” Paige said and she squeezed Jane’s hand.
    “Worth both my saggy tits, darlin’,” Charlie added, giving her a hug.
    “Worth the divorce and all the heartache in the world. Janie, it’s all worth it and it will happen, sweetie. I just know it.” They got up from their seats and surrounded Jane’s chair, smothering her in a group hug. They hoped the love and support, would ease the pain a little.  
      Maddie broke the hug and went back to her seat. “Paige, you seem to have sex with your husband waaaaay too often for a married chick. Your hubs must have a Dirk Diggler in his drawers.,” Maddie teased, finishing the frame of   her tower.
    “Oh, it has nothing to do with him… I’m as horny as a teenage boy in a strip club. Soooo, basically I masturbate with his penis…Think dildo with legs.” They all   laughed loudly. Chase turned towards them and shook his head.  
    Yes, Picasso boy, you have your hands full with this crew.
    Charlie examined her work and snorted. “And speaking of battery powered cocks…my painting looks like a checkered vibrator. Guys, I’ve followed the same steps you have. What the hell?   Fuck it!” She threw her paint brush on the table and swigged her vino. “This piece of shit is going to be my mother-in-law’s Christmas present.”  
    They all compared their paintings. Maddie and Katrine actually had very good outcomes. Their mother was a very talented artist so it must have rubbed off genetically. The rest were varying degrees of crappy.
    “Guys, this has been so much fun. Thank you for a wonderful birthday.” Katrine hugged each of them. They each grabbed their paintings and headed for the door.
    “What? The night’s still young, mini. This waste of time was just a precursor for the real action, sister!” Charlie hollared. Obviously she wasn’t a fan of Pinot and Paints, but the rest of the girls really enjoyed it despite the quality of the end product.
    “Plus, Izzie just texted me. She just got back into town and wants to meet up,” Maddie added, knowing that would convince her sister.
    “Okay, okay. I guess I could eat something.”  
    “Hey, you forgot this,” Paige said, holding up the wedding invitation.
    “Let me have that.” Maddie snatched it and put it in her purse. They all gave her a questioning look. “What? I’m gonna wipe my ass with that later.”   Was she kidding? With Maddie you never knew.

    “I saw something very disturbing at Target yesterday. What’s with the fancy patterns on pads these days?” Paige asked, stuffing a salsa covered chip in her mouth.
    “Oh, I know! It’s like the research and development team said ‘okay, we added wings, now what.’” Katrine laughed.
    “That’s like putting smiley faces on tampons, like it would make me any happier to be on the rag…‘I have cramps and I’m feeling bi-polar, but when I saw the little smiley face, I wanted to give the world a hug!’ Give me a fucking break. Like we need decoration down there. That’s a messy business and putting a pretty

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