I am sitting in the waiting room at our speech therapy office, and while there, I get an email asking for a donation for a gift basket that will be won at our next PTA fundraiser, "Bingo Night." I am the first person to try to help, and donate whatever items are needed, however, I just don't have it this time. I was successful in sending in the donation for my daughter's class, as I already had that item requested in our box of potential gifts for the spur of the moment gift invite. So, I had horrific guilt for not being able to help out, and texted the room mom, in essence, asking for a pardon. She texted back complete understanding, as well as this.....
Yes, three parenthesis in one direction, and three in the other, and honestly, I got a little nervous that perhaps that was not meant for me. First of all, I am married. The fact that I am not speaking to him right now is irrelevant. Second of all, it's just not appropriate. Third, and most importantly, she is the room mom and -------EWWWWWW!
Then, I realized... it's not a vagina. It's a hug. Oh, in that case... awkward. But you see what I saw, right? No? Well in that case..... hugs (or vaginas) for everyone! ((())) ((()))
Where am I, and why am I in this hand basket?