brazenblaze
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for anyone who cares...I HATE this f***ing place! This town is a big litter box for humans, there is no nightlife if you don't speak spanish or are not a redneck, and don't get me started on the education system here or the lack of.
As if that wasn't enough, Today, I step out of the shower and go over to my dresser to get a pair of panties out of the drawer, when what should I discover, nestled there among my panties and things...A FUCKING SCORPION! Yes, a big nasty mean looking scorpion. I scream! Did I mention that I hate those things and play female at the first site of one. Well, here I am, butt nekkid and screaming, when my 12y/o son comes to the door to see what the problem is. Just what I need! Yelling for him to stay out, I slowly inch back to the bathroom for a towel, not taking my eyes off that beast lying there on my favorite silk panties.
The whole time trying to decide what am I going to do. There is NO way, I'm spraying bug spray in there and ruining my clothes and I'm NOT going to squish him with the fly swatter either.(Yuck!) So, I decide I can either dump out the drawer and risk losing him or get the boy to get him. Decisions, Decisions,....well to make a long story short (I know, Too late). I grab a robe open the door and let the little man save the damsel in distress.
Now, does anyone know a good therapist? After the episode with the scorpion and all his mother's "unmentionables", I think the boy will probably have issues to get off his chest. Not to mention the embarassment his mother feels at having her son looking at all her "things".
Like I said, "I HATE TEXAS".
Just thought I would share.
As if that wasn't enough, Today, I step out of the shower and go over to my dresser to get a pair of panties out of the drawer, when what should I discover, nestled there among my panties and things...A FUCKING SCORPION! Yes, a big nasty mean looking scorpion. I scream! Did I mention that I hate those things and play female at the first site of one. Well, here I am, butt nekkid and screaming, when my 12y/o son comes to the door to see what the problem is. Just what I need! Yelling for him to stay out, I slowly inch back to the bathroom for a towel, not taking my eyes off that beast lying there on my favorite silk panties.
The whole time trying to decide what am I going to do. There is NO way, I'm spraying bug spray in there and ruining my clothes and I'm NOT going to squish him with the fly swatter either.(Yuck!) So, I decide I can either dump out the drawer and risk losing him or get the boy to get him. Decisions, Decisions,....well to make a long story short (I know, Too late). I grab a robe open the door and let the little man save the damsel in distress.
Now, does anyone know a good therapist? After the episode with the scorpion and all his mother's "unmentionables", I think the boy will probably have issues to get off his chest. Not to mention the embarassment his mother feels at having her son looking at all her "things".
Like I said, "I HATE TEXAS".
Just thought I would share.