We were a group of "ladies" in our early thirties, an average of 2 1/2 kids apiece, and the 12 of us started playing Bonko once a month for a little escaping. After a few months, we decided to skip the stupid bonko game and just eat and talk. The topics were very eclectic. One time, one of the ladies asked what she should tell her 2-year-old to call her "private part". Someone answered that her mother told her to call it her pocketbook. We all thought that was a riot, and ever since then whenever anyone mentions their pocketbook the double entendres start. When my daughter married I had pinned a gardenia to my purse, and as I walked down the aisle they told me my pocketbook must smell beautiful. Whenever we see a pocketbook pin, or refrigerator magnet, or picture frame, we buy them for each other. When new granddaughters are born, they get a new pocketbook. You get the idea.

Well we are in our 60's now, 2 1/2 grandchildren apiece, and spread out all over the country. We still keep in touch, and in fact, four of the "ladies" will be visiting me here in SC this spring - all the way from our home town, Toms River, NJ.