Well I am still having a hard time getting the "
True Story Tuesday" linky pic thingy in the middle of my post here, all sorts of weird stuff happened when I went to Edit HTML, and pasted, now I could be way off, but that's what I'm assuming needs to happen ... if anyone can lend assistance, I'd feel a wee bit stupid but would appreciate it. I do, however, know how to add a link, so I'll just it this way for now ... here's my true story this chilly Tuesday ....
Back when my oldest sister (we'll call her Mr. Sister because she's gay) was dating her second girlfriend, my kid was about 4 years old. We gathered at my moms house one morning, there was about 5 of us sitting around the kitchen table having coffee. My kid hopped up on the lap of Mr. Sisters girlfriend to say Hello. All convseration had come to a stop (because that's always what happens when someone is about to say something loudy that will either embarass themselves, the person they are talking to, or the person they are talking about) and my 4 year old, still excited with all the people gushing over her, but now at a loss for what to say next (I guess ...), in her too-cute-for-words little void asked "Are you a boy?" My head was in the fridge looking for the coffee cream, a noose, whatever ... and I just froze. As did everyone else in the kitchen by the sounds of it. All awaiting for Mr. Sisters girlfriend to answer the sweet little girl on her lap. She quietly confirmed that Yes, she was a girl. This seemed to satisfy my kid and I breathed a sigh of relief, then heard some muffled chatter outside the fridge, so I knew the discomfort had been averted. Until my daughter decided she was not, in fact, satisfied with the answer she had just received. She loudly boomed in her too-cute-for-words voice ... "then why do you have a moustache?" Well hell ... Mr. Sister's girlfriend did indeed have a moustache, not like a full set of handle bars with a goatie or anything like that, but also not like the little blond peach fuzz I have above my upper lip that my eye brow ladies always seem to notice when I go in to get threaded ... anyway, I don't remember must else of that converstation because I kepy my head in the fridge as long as I could, just searching for that coffee cream ...
