It flies in the face of logic and reasonable expectation, but I love having my mother live with us. I'm not even just saying that because she reads this blog (hi mom!). She is funny and loving and incredibly, life-savingly helpful. However...sometimes, she's disturbing. As in this scene from a moment ago:
Me: I just dropped peanut butter on my toe. [not the point, move on]
Mom, to my husband: Keith, you have to lick Debbi's toes tonight.
Me: That? Is just disturbing. On several levels.
Mom: How else are you going to clean your feet? (pause) I like to be disturbing.
Little known facts about me:
- I hate having my feet touched, or even looked at.
- Unlike my friend Christina, I do not wash my feet before bed (nor do I have them licked).
- My mother is insane.
Actually, upon further reflection, I think #3 is becoming a fairly well-established fact.
3 comments:
Ha. I've realized that when the weather starts getting cooler and my precious bare feet no longer touch scary, yucky floors and ground the nightly washing ritual decreases significantly. I'm not a TOTAL freak!
For the record I did not lick, nor have I ever licked a woman's toes. I did bite Justin's big toe the other night when we were wrestle-fighting, but he had me pinned and I couldn't do anything else to get him off me.
Nina, it tasted like cheese with a rootbeer chaser. Swear to god it did.
OMG, I LOVE having my toes sucked! It's sometimes even better than sex! ;-p
And how, exactly, does one drop peanut butter on their toe in the first place?
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