He doesn't call me. That would be too easy, wouldn't it?
I was doing my usual online activities (photos, Facebook, instant messaging, texting with my kids- because I'm that mom, so cool that my kids text me) when I got the familiar "Ohhh myyyy!" text alert.
That's right. The Disabled Guy's text alert is George Takei saying: "Ohhh myyyy!". It cost a few bucks on some site, but it benefited a theater thing Mr. Takei was involved in, so it was a win-win for everybody.
The text said: "Can you give me that list of orgasms? My mom needs to know."
I speak "stroke speak".
I speak typo.
I speak autocorrect.
And it still made me laugh.
I replied, "Say what?"
He replied: "The orgasms list. I think its on the fridge."
I knew he was talking about a NASCAR thing with a list of organizations, but it didn't stop me from pointing out the word he used. He didn't know what I was talking about, which took the steam out of my laugh-fest.
But still... I don't keep a list of orgasms and I damn sure wouldn't want my mother-in-law to know if I did!
