I had quite the train of thought this afternoon while I was sitting on the can trying to poo, and lucky you, you're gonna hear about it. Not the poo, the train of thought.
I was so tired I rested my chin on my hand, elbows on knees (you know, standard can position), trying to stay awake. This is what followed in my head:
Why am I so tired? Maybe I'm pregnant...no, you gotta knock boots in order to get pregnant and god only knows I haven't knocked...HOLD ON...I did just a few weeks ago when booty call friend came into town!...oh damn that was a funny post by Absolutely Narcissism on sex-ed conversations with her kids ((which you can read here if you want a great laugh)), that's how I handle those awesome talks with my kids, straight forward and to the point, scare 'em a little...Ah that was so fuckin funny when Amanda asked me about booty call friend....................fuck it I'm done *FLUSH*
So getting back to that conversation I had with Amanda:
A: Mom you and booty call friend are just friends, right?
K: Ummmmm....yeah, friends who do.....adult things...
A: You mean...you and him...*scared look on face* while he was here when we were in Denver?
K: Sure did, in fact we did several times. **grin**
A: I can't believe you just told me that.
K: I can't believe you asked.