During my visit home, my mother took me shopping. I resist these trips now because she runs so many errands it shoots the entire day, but she promised me a book store. We went to a Barnes and Noble where I picked up a few children’s books and some teen magazines for the kids. I was standing there leafing through a bright pink book with the title, “HOT SEX” (by Tracey Cox) emblazoned on the cover when my mom came over to ask if I was ready to leave already and what are you reading? I’m 44 and I still found it embarrassing.
O, the horror.
But, it’s not as bad as sitting on a panel of homosexual types answering embarrassing questions from schoolteachers about gay issues, with one’s own mother as the panel moderator.
It’s funny how one remains forever a son.
Welcome back, Mig.
hehehehehehehehe. *snort, hiccup*
hoo. the mental picture gave me a little giggle.
1,2,3 SURF!
lurk no longer, miz dos: you’re a participant in the mirror project now. hooroar. :) links that various people have…