It is for some baby shower. I know the mother-to-be, but not well. We just all have to take her out b/c we are in the same department. Contrivance,party of 7; you're table is ready.

And I have to chip in on a crib or playpen or some shit that "we" bought for her. Like "we" all hopped in the SUV and went to Babies-R-Us and picked it out and plunked down our collective Visa card.

Sheesh...

But I do get seafood out of the deal, so I should really just shut up.

I loves me my Cheddar Bay Biscuits.