You Don't Wan't To Cuddle?

I moved this weekend.  It was so awesome.  I wish I could do it every day of my life!

 I fucking hate moving.

Anyway, my mom drove up from Wyoming in my Dad's truck to help me.  Please share a moment with my mother and I won't you . . .

At dinner I was telling her about how this moron took my number at the bar the night before and proceeded to text about wanting to "cuddle" with me later that night.  (I have completely lost all faith in men at the current moment.)  So we get a laugh out of it, and my friend S, who was at dinner too, and I have a great time describing to my mother the latest moronic shit guys do to get laid.

Later on that night. . .I am hanging up my clothes in the closet and come across one of the revealing tops that I've worn out to the bar.  I hold it up and say, "So this is what I wear when I want to 'cuddle'", with a huge grin I proceed to cackle.  (I sometimes think I am really funny.)

She just smiles, raises her eyebrows, touches the shirt and says, "Ooh that's cute."

Oh yes.  She was picking up what I was putting down.  She just didn't even flinch!

It's official.  I can't even shock my own mother anymore.

Peace,
Nik