Wednesday, December 22, 2010

In Days Gone By...

One evening, whilst I was still chilling with my homies in Savannah, I received a phone call from my son - who at the time was approximately 12 years old.  He was in the car with his dad and was giving his poor father loads of shit because his dad had a date that night.  So he called me.

I, of course, joined in the fun.

What's her name?  Fluffy Butt (I just made that up right here in the spot, I crack myself up).  Anyway, it continued on for a bit..  and the conversation got around to where he met her at.  He told us (my son was relaying all the information back and forth between his dad and myself).  I told my son to tell his dad that it was better than where I met my last boyfriend.  Of course this peaked his dad's interest and he had to ask.. where did you meet your last boyfriend?

In rehab.

I heard the wariness creep into his dad's voice, he wasn't sure if I was serious or not. 

He finally asked (through my son, who was suppressing gales of laughter), was I still with him?  I said no, I broke up with him and went back to my ex girlfriend.


My son, on the other hand, was about to bust a gut.    It was great.  hehe