Morning

( TMI )

I've got the final for Take It Apart And Put It Back Together Again today. Will be walking over to school shortly. While I don't really have time to reorganize my own website now, I'll put this here for now. This is the graduation card I made for Shrimpy. I may have to tweak before it looks right.

Augh!

I asked his mother if I could sleep with him!

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That's right, laugh at me. It was a Freudian slip. I inadvertently asked Darkside's mother if I could sleep with him.

Now that I can breathe again

I called Darkside. His mom answered the phone. I asked if Darkside was available to speak with. She told me she'd get him.

He answered the phone, more than somewhat grumpy. ( He'd been unavailable, in fact. )

I told him that I'd e-mailed him the picture for Shrimpy. I told him that he could perhaps let his mom know that when I asked, was he available to speak with, that would exclude asleep, doing homework, in the shower, or otherwise very busy. He told me I could tell her directly, and handed over the phone.

"When I ask if Darkside's available to sleep with --"
"If you'd asked that, I would have said no," she said, laughing. "I don't think he's ever available for that."

Laughing, appalled, I rephrased more carefully.

"What was that all about?" Darkside wanted to know. "I could hear you laughing."
After some prodding, I told him. "I meant, if you were available to speak with, as in not asleep," I told him. "It was a Freudian slip!"
"I think you've studied a little too much Freud."
"You're going to tease the hell out of me for this, aren't you," I moaned.
"No, you're already doing such a good job," he said, in his evil voice.

I'm never going to live this one down.

And yet, it could have been so much worse.

I could have been talking to his dad.

Shrimpy's weird.

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