At Jake’s baseball game my mom started talking about the new post.
Dad: “Oh you have a new post? What’s it on?”
Me: “My boobs.”
Dad: “Great,” he said, with dripping sarcasm.
What father wants to read about his daughters boobs?…Again.
Mom: “You really like to write about your tits, don’t you?”
Yuck, cringe cringe, mom saying tits is like fingernails on a chalk board.
Me: “Yes Mom, my tits are my Muses.”
Dad: It’s a good thing I never got you that boob job in college. You wouldn’t have anything to write about.
Me: Yes thanks, you gave me a lot of fodder…Fodder.
Ba Dum Bump.
Keep reading, for yesterdays post… if you haven’t read it yet.