Blushing is the color of virtue.
~ Diogenes ~
“I’ll always remember the time I found my mother’s vibrator. Right next to my brother’s bong. I stole the bong and gave it back to my brother – siblings have to stick together. What was my mother going to do? Ask about it?”

That is merely a sample of the conversation at this evening’s women’s dinner. The poor waiter, who was all of maybe 17, had to put up with this and much more. He appeared to blush a few times. But we tipped well so my guilt over exposing him to such trash talk didn’t last long.