Dinner table humor

Last night at the extended family dinner table, my Dad asked my Mom what the big box with the ice packs was by the garbage can. I started to laugh as soon as he asked. My Mom tried ever so delicately to say that it was her hormone medication. Just recently she has been told that yes she is officially going through the change of life. So the Dr. has her using these NuvaRing for her hormonal replacement therapy and birth control I guess. I just shudder at the thought of that last statement. But, anyway they have to be refrigerated. Scott is sitting next to me and the look on his face is just priceless. He is really trying to hold it together without being totally freaked out. My Dad then asks, "How big are those things to be sent in a box that big?" My Mom states: "They are not that big, maybe the size of your palm, they are in the refrigerator, look at the box." My Dad then says "What they hell do they have you putting up there a hoola-hoop?" At that point I lost it, I was laughing so damn loud and Scott was freaking out, and Sydney thought my laughing was so funny she chimed in too.

Once we move out, our dinner conversations are going to suck!


At 7:46 AM , Blogger nita said...

*I* think if your parents can talk about things that require insertion at the dinner table, you and krust should be able to fuck like loud drunken rabbits any time after 11 pm.


At 7:59 AM , Blogger Krust said...

Ah hell yeah! Nita, you are by far the coolest chick I have ever had the pleasure knowing. Tawny, take heed. Nita is most wise. We could learn a lot from her.

This could be the best weekend ever...

At 8:38 AM , Blogger TL said...

I think that Krust would agree with you 100000%. ;-)

At 8:39 AM , Blogger Krust said...

He does.... He does!!!!!!!!

C'mon hon. Be a sport! Yes! Yes! Yes!

At 3:01 PM , Blogger Masked Mom said...

No extra charge for the entertainment I hope. :)


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