For the last umpteen years of my life that I’ve spent co-existing at home with my parents (barring the last 4 years I’ve lived away from them, but most definitely including the times I’ve come home,) my mother’s always had this habit of popping over the top of the couch while I’m reclining in supreme relaxation, and either chatting away with me while (from my point of view, upside down,) or conversely, pecking me on the forehead in maternal affection.
Someone popped over the top of me this afternoon and promptly started kissing me, a la Spiderman. I had the briefest moment, mid-snog, when I found myself thinking, “You know, I didn’t get a really good look at who this was before they attacked me, and as I’m being quite passionate, I SINCERELY hope this is the S.O and not my mother, like it very well could mistakenly be.”
Ooer.
Luckily, I was correct in my assumption and there was nothing Oedipus-esque going on in the fair kingdom of Denmark.
Tra-la-la.
XOXO
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