Were frantically gettin ready for an inspection by our bank. Now, we know these fellas and theyre just as sweet as they can be, but you know how Im scared shitless bout gettin this house loan and I want my home to be spic and freakin span come Wins-dee. We got so caught up in cleanin, I totally forgot about supper. The two oldest Littles came into the lounge and asked if they could bike over to our favorite local Mexican restaurant and pick up some supper. And I said, hell yes. Lemme call that in right quick. We play a game over supper, just like always. Everything is fine until College Girl lays a wild draw four down on the middle-Little who just laid a draw two on me. The game gets real ugly real fast. When the middle-Little skips me twice in a row and THEN plays another stinkin draw two on me, I ask her if she knows how easy it would be for me to make another baby with her dada, one who looks just like her. She is absolutely mortified cause her mamas talkin bout procreatin. Im all, Isnt it funny how we had to find one another attractive for you to even exist? I mean, funny strange AND funny ha ha. We can see her just dyin inside. Then, I say, Maybe I should put this in biblical terms like begat so itll make it less gross for you. The middle-Little cringes and launches into this diatribe about how inappropriate and disgustin this whole conversation is. Just then, the little-Little gets up to get some more sweet tea and the middle-Little whispers all shocked and appalled, I cant believe you talk like that in front of a nine year old. And I say, Oh, she doesnt get it! My mister, whos been oddly silent for quite some time, looks straight at the middle-Little and says, But your mom does. And thats a little story bout how therapy is gonna cost us a fortune and your mom jokes just got real.
Posted on: Tue, 10 Jun 2014 04:34:09 +0000
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