The hubby and his friends are starting an exclusive meat club.
Swear. Him and all of his buddies always complain how all the ladies have wine club (masked as book club), girls dinners, etc. So in order to even the playing field, they have now started a meat club. And it involves some sort of Groupon.
He’s all mine folks. Allll mine.
Personally I don’t eat meat, but I’m thinking that the meat club needs this print from Fifi du Vie to hang in the Meat Club meeting room.
Now I’m off to start a tofu club. Current membership: One.