Oh, what a silly bunt.

I have a friend, a dear, dear friend, who has a great story. Even though I'd dearly love to be, I can’t be the one to tell it. She's actually working it up for probable publication. My husband wondered if her version and mine would match and I said they would have to be pretty close because she doesn’t actually remember the incident and has to rely on my memory of it anyway. She can flesh it out, though. I will say that it involves a reasonably formal dinner party of mostly Harvard Law School Students, my friend and her Mormon boyfriend, using the Lord’s name in vain, and a crude, colloquial term for a particular area of a human female’s anatomy. And it wasn’t really funny at the time.