A Pussy in the Brothel
As many of you know, Pye doesn’t travel well. You may recall the time she destroyed her brand new (cloth) carrier in a howling fit a few years ago.
But, wait! There's more...As many of you know, Pye doesn’t travel well. You may recall the time she destroyed her brand new (cloth) carrier in a howling fit a few years ago.
But, wait! There's more...I am not brave in my own admission; it took me over a year to finish this post. Many famous, and far better writers have divulged their own personal struggles. I am not jumping on the bandwagon, not trying to be one of the crowd. It is their own bravery that has given me the strength to admit this, to tell you out there in internet land, how I feel, and share some of the struggles I’ve been too ashamed to write about. If it offers comfort to someone else to know they are not alone, that’s all the better. Then this will have been for something useful.
But, wait! There's more...“I’m trading you two in for good kids,” my dad bellowed to Chickenbone and I one summer day long ago after we’d been acting up.
We were shocked. “Trade us in? What do you mean?”, one of us asked.
But, wait! There's more...Remember when I said ‘Texans have big balls‘? Well, they have some really big nuts, too. I went to the nuthouse. I know you’re all thinking, “Well, it’s about time!” No, not as a patient! It was just for a visit thankyouverymuch. Besides, it wasn’t that kind of nuthouse. But … But, wait! There’s more…
Kernut was in Kerrville, Texas. Again. “Home, home on the range. Where the deer and the antelope play.” Kerrville, a town of about 22,000 in the northeastern area of Texas Hill Country, is where my grandparents had a small ranch for about 30 years. I was last there when I … But, wait! There’s more…
I thought about you naked. Then I put some clothes on and thought about you some more. (Right about now my parents are probably cringing and wishing I didn’t blog.) To the rest of you I recommend condoms to prevent any blogging children. (This isn’t a real post, it’s more … But, wait! There’s more…
(This post was inspired by Oh Noa’s on lying to her future children. It reminded me of the many lies my parents told us.) I don’t know about you, but I need some humor while I sort through the Match.com adventures. So today I bring you Lies My Parents Told … But, wait! There’s more…
I learned to mix drinks, quite well actually, and we all had a grand time drinking up the liquor cabinet after school. When the booze would run low, Dad would just replace it. Awesome. *hiccup*
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