Thursday, June 16, 2011

Why yes, I love the taste of my shoe.

Tonight, the Little Bastard El Poquito Diablo had his cell phone with him while we were working out.  He just had it piled with the rest of our stuff and I could see that he had some texts coming in, but he was ignoring them (which I so appreciate, BTW).

During the last five minutes of our session, while I'm grabbing a drink of water and getting ready to stretch, he sneaks a peek at his texts.  Thinking it's his girlfriend who had been texting him and being the smartass I am, I look at him and say, "Tell the Sex Monster to hold her horses, we're almost done here."

He looks up, appalled, and very succinctly says, "It's my mother."

Oops.

6 comments:

Allenspark Lodge said...

Well, at least ONCE...


Bill

Candance said...

OMG, that's greatness!!!

Aunt Crazy said...

Bless your heart!

Bwaahahahahahaha I'm totally glad I'm not the only one who says the most inappropriate things at the most inoportune times!

Mr. Daddy said...

Is it the leather thermidor,
or the canvas casserole that you prefer?????? *snort*

oregonsunshine said...

I'm not sure sweaty gym shoe tastes all that good. Then again, I don't think horse poo barn boot would taste any better.

Rachel said...

Glad it's not just me.

Perfect timing girlie... perfect.