So far, on. But the night is young.
I don't know. After I had kids, topless is not the attractive thing it might have been before. I'd probably jump, smack myself in the forehead and wake up the next afternoon.
The following conversation happened at dinner:
MOM: Did you hear that Obama's going to fuck with American Idol?
Me: (silent for a moment) ...what?
MOM: Did you hear Obama's fucking with American Idol again?
Me: ...what do you mean, "fucking with American Idol"?
MOM: Well, he's going to have some primetime address or something. He said he would do it.
My mom, who has a
thing for American Idol, seems to believe Obama is personally fucking with its scheduling just to piss her off, lol.