My mother and I were watching some high class reality television this week when we learned a new word. Crude material to follow . . . .
The subject was camel toe. You know, camel toe? Basically, a frontal wedgie. I know, not classy, but it does happen.
The word that was used was moose knuckle.
My mother and I are both adults, but we were laughing ridiculously hard. Tears streaming down the face hard. Can't look each other in the face again hard. Hubby was studying his seriously difficult smart people math at the kitchen table and he was not laughing.
Me: "Husband, have you ever heard of a moose knuckle?"
Me: "Why didn't you ever tell me that? It's so funny!"
Hubby: "It's also called a whisker biscuit or a hatchet wound."
My mouth popped open! What the hell is he talking about and why does he have a straight face right now?
Me: "Stop it! My mom is here!"
My mom did not seem to mind because she was laughing again. I thought I would become more mature after parenthood, but so far it hasn't happened.
For some great news, last Friday when I went into work my coworkers asked me to please go shopping this weekend. So I did! Today I am wearing a pair of pants that are a FULL size smaller, woo hoo! They are not as comfy as my others, but I do look better. I also promised myself that I would not become a schlumpa parent but I have enjoyed my big baggy clothes and truth be told I wore maternity pants to bed last night. Shame shame. But today I'm wearing my new smaller pants!
We are all loving this warm weather. This weekend marked the first time the monkeys put their toes in the grass!