Un-love, ed?

Ok so the title of this post is a bit of an ode to So I Married an Axe Murderer - if you've not seen it - I get to beat you.

There are few people I feel I can really let my hair down with. Few people who get to hear the stream of thought jibberish that pours fourth from my mouth. Except for maybe you dear readers who are witness to the crap that pours from my brain to the screen, unfiltered - always unspell checked!

Normally I am very shy, and I refrain from saying a lot of what I think. I have developed the artform of mumbling my evil thoughts in the back corner of a dark room. Usually the people in a three foot radius of me want to be my friends.

The Boy - god love him, has put in a lot of time with me. He gets it all. Uncensored, and off the cuff - and usually in my loud voice.

He's seen me burst into my lovely impromptu songs..."Penis penis penis, I made you out of clay - penis penis penis, with penis I will play - HEY!" Or my personal favorite: Road Rage Songs - "You sir are a cock smoker - and your wife has herpes!" (Sung in operatic form). I sometimes even make songs for him: "I bologna has a first name - it's M-I-K-EEE"

Today while driving to the Ren Fest, I turned to The Boy and in a Tampax Not So Fresh voice I asked:

"Boy, if I had balls - would you suck them?"

"Yes. You see that- how I answered. The lack of hesitation in answering means I'm sincere"

He didn't throw me out of the car - he didn't nervously laugh and say, "what the hell?!" He came back with a joke of his own. Delieverd totally straight faced.

We then had a lively discussion about if women had balls - to carry their eggs in - we'd all have moose knuckles.

The Boy should get a Congressional Medal of Honor for putting up with me. Or a Kennedy Center Award. .... mmm....rainbows.