I know there’s a lot of you who read this stuff. Big people, little people, people who swear, old people, young people, church people, drunk people, dog people, cat people, important people, even people who don’t stop and say hi when they see me in Costco. (I’m looking at you Jenn.)
I’m never really embarrassed knowing that you know what you know about me.
And trust me, I should be embarrassed.
I recently had an article published in a real! live! magazine! where the journalist got the age of the moosh wrong but BOY HOWDY! did he get the orgasm on the treadmill part right. Oh well. (I did keep it from the tender judgemental eyes of my grandparents however.)
Shortly after my Brazilian experience the moosh announced to my step dad “HEY GUESS WHAT GRAMPA POOPSIE? ALL MY MOM’S HAIR FELL OUT OF HER BUM!”
Unfortunately I am not immune to real live embarrassment at the mercy of a three year old.
Another time the moosh asked my MIL about her panties (because panties are always a topic of discussion with the moosh around.) My MIL told her that she wore the same white panties as I do.
the moosh then proceeded to tell my MIL and FIL that “MY MOM HAS PINK POLKA DOT PANTIES WITH A WHITE PUPPY ON THEM. SHE WEARS THEM A LOT.”
I think while I’m here in Utah I’ll check in on the hospital where the moosh was born to see if my pride is in the lost and found.