What happens during a phone discussion between bored women when their kids are asleep and their husbands are not around:
*Compare notes on poop, boobs, and blogs about poop and boobs
*Express sheer delight when one finds french fries in the freezer (and then admit on the other end the jealousy of having found such a snack)
*Attempt to clean with phone lodged between the right shoulder and ear (switch, repeat)
*Squeal when the other realizes that she, too, has french fries in her own freezer
*Brag about creative personal endeavors with a balance of confessing bad parenting moments, tactics, habits
*Fight sleep and stay up to talk simply because there is actual free time to be had
*End the conversation to eat the steaming mound of french fries dipped in cold ketchup