So, I have a friend who started as a consultant for Pleasure Parties
. Her first party is Saturday and I am going along with a good friend ~ you know, for moral support. I talk to my mom today and here's how our conversation goes:
Me: I'm going to a party on Saturday.
Mom: Will there be wine? (I've been known to call Mom after I've had one too many glasses)
Me: It's not that kind of party, Mom. It's a Pleasure Party.
Mom: Lingerie? Lotions? Erotic sex toys?
Me: Yah, the sex toys one.
Mom: Why didn't you invite me?
Me: Wanna come?
Mom: Gotta work. Get me a catalog.
Me: Why do you need a catalog? J (her boyfriend) is rechargable.
Mom: To hell with J. Get me a catalog. I can charge my own damn batteries.
Ok ~ so now what do I say when people tell me I'm just like my mother?
Labels: Family, Friends