Girls Night Out

I was invited for a girls night out with a new friend I met through my kids school. As I don't get out very often and rarely get to have grown-up girl conversations (the most intellectual conversation I had this week was with my four year old and was about whether the light saber or blaster gun is the better weapon of choice when fighting bad guys in space), I was very excited about the prospect of a night out cutting loose with the girls.
Now, this particular group of women calls themselves JUGs (standing for Just Us Girls). Personally, I think it is an adorable name for a girls group. The smart ass Husband responded with this email:

"FYI, my friend Jim and I are the founding members of SCHolastic Litany Of Nice Guys and we have a group outing tomorrow. Hope that's not a problem."

Once he informed me that I could not in fact become a member of SCHLONG, I shot back this response:

"Well, if I can't join SCHLONG then I'm starting my own group. And you and Jim can't be members of the Knowledgeable New Order of Cute Kissable Exceptional Representatives of Sexiness. So there."