The Cruel Sword of Truth. Or, Mine’s a Double, Thanks …


Two good friends of mine (both, incidentally, low forties, jalapeno-scorching-foxy and with the derrieres of six-year-old long distance runners) overheard their sons (thirteen-ish) in conversation:

Son 1: ‘I’m so glad I haven’t got a hot mum.’

Son 2: ‘Yeah, me too.  That’d be a nightmare.’

One woman’s reality check is another’s broken dream.  Funny, though.  Heh heh.  Chins up, lovelies.