After Marti was diagnosed with that bastard cancer and a few years had gone by, Marti decided it was time to play the "cancer card" when needed. We all took that seriously and it worked in her favor every time. So, this one girlfriends’ get-together, she comes out in PJs that had written all over them "it's all about me.” She was quite proud of herself and we all knew that from there on in it would always be all about Marti. Well, anyway, after a night of pure debauchery, Sally and I smuggled out those PJ bottoms and cut the butt portion out of them. When Marti came in to change, she put them on and did not even notice her butt was hanging out. (Don't worry, she had her granny pants on.) So picture her dancing to a Neal song with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of Chardonnay in the other and this gaping hole in her pants. Her eyes closed and her head swaying. Needless to say, we laughed so hard that some of us may or may not have wet our pants. Well, when Marti finally realized it, she was not AT ALL happy. I think it was mostly because we ruined her PJs and not so much she was dirty dancing like that.

She might be a little mad I told that one but it's pretty harmless.