Stepford

I'm not sure if I have mentioned it, but the neighborhood that we have moved into is pretty much Stepford. I'm convinced that the women are robots. Case in point, we had a game night last night. Last minute game night with the neighbors where we were to meet some more neighbors. They turned out to be pretty cool and the game was fun, but they all seem like they are trying too hard. 

All of the wives either have kids or are pregnant, are tiny and fit, and they have some sort of superwoman housewife/mother skill that makes hanging out with them extremely intimidating. They make their own bread, granola, craft nights, baby food, cloth diapers... you get the point. In addition to that, they don't swear and are very proper and not off color in any way, shape, form, or insinuation. As far as neighbors go, I am sure that they would be the ideal people that I would want to have around my child, if we ever have one. But I am the chubby neighbor who isn't creative, has nothing interesting to add, and doesn't give the girls the warm and fuzzies. I've never been good having girls for friends. I'm not very good at getting the whole close girl relationship/sister thing. I'm odd compared to these people. And it makes me want to stay in my house and avoid them at all costs. 

Tuesday is a 'girls of the neighborhood' get together with the 5 other neighbors that are around our age. We are all supposed to make a snack and bring it. This causes me super anxiety because nothing I make comes out right and is far from sharing with other people tasty. My husband puts up with it because he knows I would stop even trying if he didn't keep encouraging me. So I agreed to make the only thing I know how to make. Pizza. Who knows how the whole night will go. I'm supposed to meet one more neighbor that I haven't met yet at this little Stepford shin dig. Hopefully she hasn't been transformed into a robot yet. Either that or I hope that they hurry up and transform me.