The Party Ends...

I can no longer strut topless around my house.

The pr0n must go back to its hiding spots.

Yelling obscenities at the TV is no longer a good idea.

Singing to myself about the lesbian bonobos that live in my pants is strictly verboten!

Today my parents came home from their trip. Sweet freedom, I feel you ebbing away from me.

The presents came out. A creepy clown magnet from the french quarter. A sweatshirt, and a clock radio. Good times Good times!

Then came the video footage of my nephew. Chipper little chappy. Oh how huge he is getting. And of course how brilliant, and handsome as well.

We swap stories and must become reaquainted with each other. Here is a little gem for the treasure box of my life...

Mom: "So your father and I go to this little park. Nothing special. He is off fishing, and I see this small stand of trees and a few homemade paths, so I decide to go take a little hike. I saw three men come out of the woods as I walked in. Then I saw two more men walk into the woods."

Me: *little warning light blinking on in my head*

Mom: "They were not wearing hiking clothes! And then I notice the cars are circling and they are full of men...some just sitting there alone. Others talking to each other. All men!"

Me: *biting my tongue so hard I see stars--trying so hard not to laugh...must contain explosive giggles!*

Mom: "I think it was a gay rendevous area!"

I lost it at this point and had to burst out laughing. My mother faced with the perils of a gay nature preserve.

Mom: "Why is that funny?!"

Me: "I have no idea, it just is..."

The oranges were taken from the back of the van and put inside the house. The mail is sorted through. They whine about how I didn't do a good job of keeping the house clean. And with a thunderous fart from my parental unit I realize the party is over.