so, I had a realization the other day that seems to be coming up still.
My dear friend Mary Therese asked me if I had seen the inauguration. Wherein my instinctively truth telling manner I said no, but I heard it on the radio because I was at work. Luckily, she left it at that and did not inquire further into my work status. If she had I believe I would have had trouble trying to explain that I was actually modeling and straight up naked in front of a bunch of little emo drawing kids. We did put NPR on, and I was a bad model that day because I was smiling and a little teary listening to everything, but I seriously need to remember to tweek that story.
I mean seriously though, what if my kids ask me someday, "Mom, do you remember when the first black president was inaugurated? How old were you? what were you doing?" me:"uh, uh, nothing!"
I guess I'm just not used to planning for historic events like this.
money? socially acceptable location? money? acceptable?
money.
1 comments:
Dude, tell your kids straight up. They going to be weirded out, and it will be hilarious. Cause if you don't, cool Aunt Shauna might be over one day and be like, "hey kids, did your mom ever tell you about the day the first black president was inaugurated?"
...and that's why you never lie.
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