Even ita's mother knows not to click on her links (metaphorically).
Are you hinting at some sort of consistency in my personality? Nevah!
In my long stretch of single celibacy, my mom was actively trying to hook me up with guys
My mother is trying to hook me up with husbands. She's very clear that her ultimate goal is someone paying my way and watching my back and letting her off the worrying hook.
I'm just glad she'll let me shag him.
Then again, given how much of my life she's been all "He's cute. He's cuter. Oooh! Him!" to us (while we're yelling "Stop! He's our age! Don't call him cute!") I should probably give her a little more credit.
Still, she's the second prudiest member of her family. We have to protect her from reality.
Oh, your mom and the concept of boundaries. It is to laugh!
I think her idea of "boundaries" is INSIDE YOUR BRAIN.
WHAT WE SHARED A BLOODSTEAM ONCE!!
WHAT WE SHARED A BLOODSTEAM ONCE!!
HALF YOUR DNA IS MINE THEREFORE WHY *WOULDN'T* YOU WANT TO SHARE EVERYTHING WITH ME?!?
Steph, do you think if you actually one day, shared with her she'd run screaming? Or would she say "Finally! My baby is talking to me!"
Joe = Superman.
He found the OTHER sheet of paper with the combinations on it.
HFS.
Steph, do you think if you actually one day, shared with her she'd run screaming? Or would she say "Finally! My baby is talking to me!"
Probably more the latter. (Actually, it would me more like, "Well, Dolly, I'm glad you have a good sex life, but that sounds DANGEROUS. I don't think you should do that! It doesn't sound like a good idea at all!")
She wouldn't run screaming. She's the one who casually uses phrases like "fuckbuddy" and "pulling a train."
Joe = Superman.
What? He's Miracleman!
My mother was born in 1928, and we never once talked about sex. I literally first learned about it in Catholic school.
This is so blowing my mind.
