I am so terrible at girl talk. My parents came over last night, and my dad and I got into a heated discussion about international drug laws, which completely bored my mom and my sister-in-law, who started a discussion about which color of towels would look best in the master bath. My brother just sat there looking bemused during the entire conversation, while my husband escaped outside to play with the kids.

I mean, I do like coordinating things in my house and all, but as far as conversation goes, I’ll take politics over towels any day.

I do feel like I should take lessons in the art of feminine conversation or something, though.