Okay, here is a secret post about my mom. If anyone tells her about this you cannot come back to my blog anymore. And also, I will wish that one thousand fleas take up residence in your undergarments.
Remember how I mentioned yesterday that my mother was flirting with a guy? I teased her about it just before I left the office last night. Shoulda known better.
I came into the office this morning and sat down at my desk to work and here she comes...
The door flies open. No hello.
"I wasn't flirting," she says.
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, sure. Mm-hmm." I pretended to stare at something really, really interesting on my monitor.
"It's just that I love people. I love talking to people. I enjoy it."
I glanced up over the monitor and contemplated metaphorically heaving her over my shoulder in a fireman's carry and dragging her out of Fantasy Land.
Just as I was about to set her straight she said, "Well, really, I love men."
That's when I threw up a little in my mouth.