Bwah! Cindy, I think I should choose my words a *little* more carefully. Some coffee probably wouldn't hurt me either. Unfortunately, there is only decaf here, and I gave my remainding cash to the nice kid who shoveled out my car last night.

something you had to do more than once.

"Mom, dad, I'm gay."
"We know, dear. You told us at Christmas and at Uncle Mike's House."
"And last Sunday."
"And at breakfast this morning."

the braclet is in dolphin pool. you have to fish for it. So the words still need to be up for me to use something. D'uh.

Nice to see some detailed from you mr. tea - not 100% sure i had to learn about how banana a slugs lose their manbits, but it does make the the whole UC santa cruz banana slugs a bit more interesting.

amd coffee, it is at the cafe.

Nice to see some detailed from you mr. tea

Ditto.

Although now I'm hearing B.A. Baracus in my head saying, "I pity the banana slugs!"

vw, I thought you were posting about coming out—to your parents, and figured I'd skipped, particularly since it sounded like it was something you had to do more than once.

Cindy, I thought the same thing.

I found some tea. Hopefully that will do the trick.

Ok...I've slightly edited the post. Hopefully that will help with the confusion :)

Ok...I've slightly edited the post. Hopefully that will help with the confusion :)

Darn, I knew I should have posted LOL.

(just kidding about all of it)

This reminds me of when I told my parents about my tattoo. We were at dinner at a fun diner in Chicago. We'd had a really good day together, and I decided it was time to tell them about the tattoo. It's on a spot on my back where they could see it depending on the type of shirt I wear, so I decided I should at least tell them about it. (This was about five years ago or so, so they were still a bit more uptight than they are now, but better than they had been in the past...they've really grown. It's kind of cool to think about...anyway...)

So, we're sitting at dinner and I said, "Mom, Dad, I think there's something I should tell you."

They each got a look of panic.

"I've gotten a tattoo."

They each breathe a sigh of relief and said in unison, "I thought you were pregnant!"

So, I've decided that any time I need to tell them something they may not be thrilled about, I'll start it out with, "Mom, Dad, there's something I should tell you." They'll just be so relieved that I'm not pregnant that they won't care about what I'm actually telling them.

Hee! I like it.

Best wishes to RIO (even though I don't think you ever come in this thread), and Saget (who I don't think ever comes here at all)!