Being that I live in Podunkville Utah, I don’t get out on the town much. Most of my friends from my youth either moved away the first chance they got or I have discovered that I really don’t have that much in common with them anymore. This being the case I have become more of a friend to my mom over the years…we work together, attend the same church, work out and walk together, and generally have quite a few things in common to entertain us most of the time. This is quite sad, I know. But there is one thing I just can’t bring myself to talk about with my mom…my sex life.
While spending most of my waking hours with her does make us close, I just have to draw the line somewhere, but I can’t convince her of the same. It just freaks me out to hear her talk about boinking my dad. *Shivers* I can’t even type that without strange visions (is that the word) going threw my head.
Bless her heart she is the world’s worst storyteller anyways and draws out everything in explicitly excruciating detail. For heaven’s sake lady shorten it up, get to the point and ignore my fingers in ears and my loud singing “la, la, la, la, I can’t hear you.”