Or you can just go with vagueness, which is often my defense (though thankfully, my parents rarely push, as I'm unlikely to say). "sorry I didn't get your call, mustve been busy, or not heard the phone or something" "but where were you?!?" "oh, home,mostly, I guess...dunno..."

I think when he's pushed, I've defaulted to asking, with great concern, "Is something wrong? Did something happen last night? You should have called my cell phone!" At which point he laughs and says, "No, I'm just being nosy."

Dad, DON'T GO THERE. IT WILL NOT END WELL.

Aims does such concise summaries.

The GF = White Devil.

so P-C's little brother just made them aware of her existence?

so P-C's little brother just made them aware of her existence?

They found out by showing up at his apartment and finding her clothes and stuff (she doesn't live there, but has stuff there, like you do when you're dating someone with some degree of seriousness). She was not there at the time, fortunately.

I know he must assume that we have The Sex, seeing as how we've been living together for almost 3 years. But that's as far as it goes.

There is so much I don't want to share with my mother, but I will always win this game of chicken. I did find out from my sister that she has (finally) gotten to the point of not just accepting teh sex in my life, but hoping for more of it. Since I've never ever mentioned it to her, and rarely mention any guys to her, I don't know what she thinks my private life is actually like--I mean, do I have one or not? Because it's not like most of my shenanigans are worth calling home about.

My mother is really good about "You don't want to know."

Because, she knows if I say it, she really doesn't.

Even ita's mother knows not to click on her links (metaphorically).

I went digging through my oldest sister's cancer blog because I keep forgetting which cancers (plural, goddess) she has. She has/had uterine cancer, which resulted in a hysterectomy, and neuroendocrine tumors. The neuroendocrine ones are being stubborn. Does anyone know much about those? The articles I've found are too technical for me.

I did find out from my sister that she has (finally) gotten to the point of not just accepting teh sex in my life, but hoping for more of it.

In my long stretch of single celibacy, my mom was actively trying to hook me up with guys and suggesting that casual sex wasn't such a bad thing.

Hand to god.

Of course, this is the woman who referred to The Boy, in the *very* early stages of our relationship, as a fuckbuddy. Not to his face -- it was in conversation with me and a cousin, about how I actually Had A Man In My Life. But still.

(And yes, at that time he was a fuckbuddy. But *I* didn't say that! And one's MOM isn't supposed to know such terms! ::clutches pearls::)

ok, so you know what the question really is - so the answer is 'nothing you'd really be interested in , but did I tell you about the cute thing pet A did?

Seriously that's what pets are for.

other than torture. which is what I am doing to my cat. he is sleeping and i keep touching him -- which wakes him up just enough to give me the hairy eyeball