Wive Catalogue

ok, so this is an old story, but it needs to be told.
So on Valentines Day, some of the single ladies got together and had breakfast. It was decadent, my friend Danielle stewed strawberries, and we had different kinds of melted chocolate and French toast and pudding. Well, we all cleaned up together. Everybody washing/drying and putting away dishes at once. Not one of us had idle hands, some of us even had aprons on.
Well, as we’re doing that there was a knock at the door. We continued cleaning while D let the people in. It was one of the Mormon women from town, who is part of a polygamist family, with her son, who is single (who I’ve seen at parent meetings at the school, I always thought he was a parent! Opps!). She was dropping off a Vday gift for D, as she has gotten to know their family. After they left, we were so embarrassed. It felt like a scene out of a movie. We joked about how his mom might have said, “look at all the women available to you, and didn’t I tell you they are hard workers and good home makers?” I can imagine that we looked like an interactive/live Wive Catalogue. We asked each other if we would still be friends if we were sister-wives (That’s what you call yourself if you share a husband), and concluded that we’d all be jealous of each other and have lots of inter-personal conflict. Luckily, nothing awkward ever came of it.