(As my son saw me casually glance at a very well-built man jogging shirtless.)
Xavier: “I saw that.”
Me: “So did I.” (giggling)
Xavier: “Gross.”
(As my son saw me casually glance at a very well-built man jogging shirtless.)
Xavier: “I saw that.”
Me: “So did I.” (giggling)
Xavier: “Gross.”
Fisticuffs and Shenanigans 
😆 What wrong with that!?
That’s what I’m screamin’. 🙂
HA!!
🙂
Enjoy Xavier’s reaction while it lasts, he’ll have that whole thing figured out before you know it…
Sadly, I think he knows already. Sigh…
As a man that has survived *THAT* horror, I can tell you, it’s not from the interest in the shirtless man that’s the problem… It’s the thought that mom has sexual desires.
At 30 for example… My mother came to visit me in Atlanta when I was living there. She had this wonderful and innovative thought of, “my son’s all grown up, let’s go to This, That and the Other together… Lovely adult novelty store down the street from my house.
My mother asked for me to go with her.
I said, “there’s no amount of money in the world for THAT therapy.”
She said, “your loss” and went with my friend and former college roommate.
An hour later she came flouncing into the house, bags in hand and then proceeded to show me her purchases.
Three days later when the hysterical blindness wore off, I said, “look. You be you while I try to maintain the illusion that the only time you ever had sex was for the conception of your three kids. Sex for recreation and mother does not equal anything my conscious mind can handle.”
She laughed, rolled her eyes and the downhill slalom only got worse.
It’s wrong that I’m laughing at your pain, isn’t it?
At this point, nah… She’s done worse. Hell, her, my aunt (her sister) and my grandmother (their mother), did something FAR worse.
I’m going to need you to blog about that.
It happened during the 90s (when my grandmother was very mobile and very much alive). It used to be out there years and years ago; but that site has long since gone the way of the dinosaurs.
Ask me about it some other day. I’ll be sure to tell THAT horror story.
Why does this feel like a 5-beer conversation?
If you’re into having beer snorting out of your nose… Well, more power to you 😀
Exxxxxxactly.
When a woman sees me jogging by she usually asks if I’m okay and should she call 911?
You’re just trying to get mouth-to-mouth.
I’m not fooling anyone, am I?
I’m 90% sure the Canadian government sent out an email blast warning.
What a great view for my Monday am. Good morning James xo
Now, I’m going to look at it again. And again in five minutes.