it’s a big ps. so big that it deserved its own post.
on the way home from Laguardia i was seated in seat 18A. not exactly significant. it was a window. seated in 18B was a stranger. but seated in 18C was someone i know. and someone who knows me very intimately.
my. fucking. gynecologist.
i swear to god. the man who has delivered all three of my spawn. a man who has seen my vag more times than i care to share.Ã‚Â a man who knows my lady bits. sitting in the same row. on an airplane.
and he spoke to me. and asked where my kids were. and while i was uber-tempted to tell him i sold them on ebay, i didn’t.
complete and total mortification.
pps. speaking of private parts (like the segueway there?) Emily brought home this book to share with me. Each first grader had to come up with their own big/little comparison. Emily’s was “the big grass loves the little worms” and then they had to draw a picture.
emily had a good time reading them until she got to this one. and turned three different shades of red.
“mommy! this one says PENIS!”
i gotta say…i was thinking the same thing. the big penis loves the little…what? urethra? i mean, come on, look at the picture. it’s total found porn.
ppps (is that what comes after pps? i can’t remember back to my penpal days. i do, sadly, remember writing l.y.l.a.s. on way too many letters to count. letters! i can’t even remember the last time i wrote a letter!)
i stole Metalia‘s version because hers was way better. and then i cropped it to try to pass it off as my own. but i’m a shitty liar. could she be any cuter?Ã‚Â
there are more pics from my trip on flickr…but you best be warned…it most of the pictures i’m looking slightly..erm..hammered. but it’s not my fault. the champagne started flowing at breakfast at didn’t stop until the wee hours of morning…
(impossible to get the full effect…but i promise, i got lots of great stuff.)