Monday, February 16, 2009
Funny Mom Stories for Monday
What I miss most about Mom, Mom hugs. I know I've said it before but I'll say it again damn it - Mom hugs are big, mushy and soft and require big boobs (in my book). Sorry all you bony broads out there, not going to cut it! So here's what I got for this Monday...
I ask my mom how she met dad. I'm sure it was for school or something - this was back in the day when it was OK to ask that question because your parents were a) still married and b) one man and one woman. I imagine that question is not so PC any longer. ANYWAY....
How did you and Dad meet?
We met in college.
Yeah, but how did you meet, where were you?
We met in the library.
Oh, that's sweet, how nerdy of the both of you.
Uh-huh (she's kind of giggling)
What is it, what happened, you can tell me ma?
Well, we were in the library studying at different tables. I dropped a book, leaned over to pick it up and I can feel someone staring at me.
Yep, he's zoned in on me and I look down and it's titty city, the twins are making the best cleavage possible.
Oh gross (I'm sure that was my reaction thinking about my parents like that).
Hahaha, yep, we met in the library because your Dad was staring at my boobs.
Your Dad's a boob man, what can I say, I got em!
Great, I'm just going to tell them you met in the library studying, I can't tell them that you met because he liked your boobs.
And there it was, the moment they met...hey, at least they weren't drunk in a bar somewhere. BUT I've been forever scarred to know that my Dad is a boob man. Thanks mom, you could always make me laugh.
Besides ALL that, I swam and rode Friday, rode Saturday, swam Sunday and I'm totally trashed. I had a hard time washing my hair after practice because my arms were so cashed. I haven't done that much back to back in a while. It's good and I'm sleeping like a king. I love that part.
WE were soooo romantic for Valentine's Day that we went to a Mexican Restaurant nearby (that we go to all the time) but bought drinks this time, woohoo. We came home to see if we could catch a movie on TV (yeah, we're being cheap too) and we found...The Biggest Loser from Tuesday. Elaaaation, saw the whole thing, including the Ironman debacle. I hope he rides his bike more than just to the gym five miles away or he's gonna be hurtin' - whatever distance he ends up doing. I have a NEW person to hate on now that Joelle is gone....the crying former model - not the hardcore one, the bigger one that's a totally pussy (see I didn't even write pu$$y). She's boohooin over everything. Put your big girl panties on and let's go you big ass baby.