I'm your host for this post. I'm here to make you laugh or smile at least. I'm Jen from In One Ear. My blog is supposedly family friendly, but I think I fit in better here. I am a pervert. I have a wicked sense of humor, and well, what you see is what you get. I can't post half the stuff I tell my good friend Kristin because people read my blog that would absolutely flip. So, I'm here.
This story is about *B.O.B. meeting my boy...I'd tell you his age, but that would make you laugh harder (ok, he's almost 14). My kids have warped senses of humor as well and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Last night my husband, Phil aka George Clooney....seriously, he's hot (editor's note added...Phil is seriously hot), was cleaning the drawers in our room. He threw something on the bed and I didn't bother checking to see what it was until in walks the boy. The boy sits down, picks up B.O.B. and says "Hey mom, what's this?" "Um, a massager?" He then turns it on and rubs in up and down his arm..."Weird massager" I'm pretty sure I turned a couple shades of red, but he really is convinced it's a massager, for how much longer, I don't know. So, the Boy met B.O.B., hubby got a good laugh about it, and I got the hubby back really good. I put B.O.B. in his jacket pocket. It's going to get cold later in the week, and he's going to get a surprise. I'm wondering if I should get one of those travel sized lubes and really have fun with it?
*B.O.B. = battery operated boyfriend = vibrator