Mix Up
Last week, I had to take my mom to a doctor's appointment. My sister told
me to show up at the house at least an hour early, even though the doctor
was only 20 minutes away. (Miss Crazy's moving kind of slowly these days.)
I walked into the house with my bag in hand. So, I said to my mom, "Do
I have time to brush my teeth and insert a tampon?" <Yeah, the tampon
you all bought me.>
I started toward the bathroom and heard her croak out, "Yes, just don't
get them mixed up."
It hit me so hard, I threw my head back and laughed. If that had not been
my only tampon, I would have come out of the restroom, tampon in mouth,
string hanging out. Instead, I settled for the wrapper hanging out when
I emerged. My mom looked at me and just shook her head.
"You started it!" I said.
I still can't figure out what was the funniest to her... the toothbrush
crammed up me or a tampon stuffed into my mouth. And I wonder where I get
my warped sense of humor. Hum?
The Switch-ar-oou
Angry Lesbian
04/22/2009