Okay, this is truly pathetic…I mean to post this when it happened in March, so bear with me, and pretend that it’s St. Patrick’s Day, and excuse me for being, apparently, so drunk that I’m just getting around to hitting the ‘publish’ button.
Me: (Sending picture)
Ryan: Lick of the Irish? That sounds like the makings of an excellent evening.
Me: This is why we’re together.
(Five minutes later…)
Ryan: Order whatever you want on it, the kids will eat it.
Ryan: Damn it, disregard, this is what happens when I text you and my mom at the same time. She and I were trying to figure out what kind of pizza to order for dinner.
Me: Just be happy you texted me about pizza, and didn’t text her about your cunnilingus skills.
Ryan: Yeah, nothing kills the mood more than talking to your mom about giving head. That’s the anti-viagra.
Me: That will never be on a Cialis ad.
Ryan: If it were, it would be two side-by-side bathtubs with one of them falling over a cliff.
Fisticuffs and Shenanigans 
Uh the stories I can share from my mother, my grandmother, my aunt (mother’s sister)…. They wouldn’t bat an eye and would share their experiences without a second thought.
This would be lightweight to the experiences I’ve gone through in my adult life. 😀
LOL…therapy bills?
With my mother’s stories alone, I couldn’t ever afford the amount of therapy necessary to recover.
Augusten Burroughs has made a career on those. 🙂
Oh look and he’s about my age… His mother and mine must’ve grown up near to each other. I’m thinking of doing it like Lavelle Crawford…
LOL! Uhm.. yeah… don’t wanna get THOSE two conversations mixed up!! ha ha! 🙂
SERIOUSLY! Counseling for everyone!
No doubt!!
Let me guess: the delivery guy wanted to know if you ordered extra sausage…
Do you like THIS pepperoni!?