Uhhh......

So, my mom and I were in the car last night, and she turns to me and says,

"I saw your website."

I immediately flash to all the female flesh displayed on our little blog-o-fun. I picture her reading my little fantasy interviews with Gina and Angie and Tia.

"What did you think?"

"I thought it was nice." She replied, eyes on the road, voice calm, no panic whatsoever.

HUH?

"You thought it was nice? Really??"

"Sure."

I stared at my ultra-conservative (yet voting for Kerry, yay) mother in shock.

"Are you feeling OK?" I asked, my eyes popping out of my head. This is the same woman who continually asks me if I'm a lesbian, even though she's footing the bill for my WEDDING coming up soon. She doesn't understand the whole "fluidity" theory... that people can fall anywhere on the scale of sexuality and slide along that scale to either extreme during their lifetime. Right now, I'm somewhere in the middle. ANYWAY...

"You didn't mind the half-naked women?!" I asked her, thinking maybe she was finally coming around. I KNOW she has a crush on Melina Kanakarides, that chick from Providence and now CSI: New York. I KNOW she does. But whatever.

"WHAT half naked women??? WHY would you put half naked women on your wedding website?"

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. oops. She wasn't talking about THIS website, she was talking about the little page I made on the knot.com. SHIT. SHIT SHIT SHIT!

She kept asking me what half naked women. All I had to say was "Ma, don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to."

Parents. Aren't they great?