In desperate need of Therapy.

So mom called me last nite to bitch Whine Go over Final wedding stuff. So we're talking and then all of a sudden she goes "I guess I should finish packing my bag for the honeymoon. All that's in there is panties and birthcontrol."

*gagging now*

"I bought new panties for the trip"

Thanks Mom, I needed to hear that.

"One pair is green and matches this negligee"

DED.

So I finally tell her I'm billing her for my therapy. And she's like "Why. blah blah"

So then I'm like How about I tell you where Caity was conceived......

Her response..

No lie..

"It was the fourth of July, I'm sure a park bench somewhere."