Saturday, January 22, 2011

Mommy Doesn't Give it Away for Free

**Warning** This post contains references to my sex life, (or lack thereof*) so if you are a family member, you may choose not to read this; I will not hold it against you in the slightest.

Last night I partook in the following conversation on Facebook:

("M" is Daddio's brother; "J" is M's fiancee; "C" is a complete stranger)

Super proud of myself for figuring out how to do a screen cap!

I know what you're thinking, Wow, that Daddio sure has some class. Or maybe I was the only one thinking that? I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but I'm a bit of a prude, so his comments here slightly disgusted me, but pretty much par for the course.

Anyway, this all occurred while Daddio was out having a** drink with his uncle (Side note: Shouldn't it be considered poor manners to be scoping out Facebook on your cell phone while in the middle of the bar having a social drink with a family member?) When he returned home smelling like beer, he cozied up to me in bed, attempting (and failing) to get a little somethin' somethin'. He then called me a prude, and made a snide remark about wanting to "get laid" at least once a week. Which then led to the following conversation:

Me: Who are you kidding? You'd like it every day, several times a day.
Daddio: Yeah, no kidding, but I'd settle for once a week. What do I have to do, start bringing home flowers to get sex?
Me: They would've been nice for my birthday. (It was on Monday, and I'm still rather miffed that he didn't get me anything; not from him or from the boys. Nothing for Christmas either).
Daddio: So flowers would get me laid?
Me: I didn't say that, but it'd be a start.
Daddio: Spending $20 a week for sex would be worth it.
Me: Do you realize how that sounded? What am I, a prostitute?

Um, yeah. So, apparently I am:
(Click to enlarge).
(Click here to take this quiz yourself).

I took this quiz this morning. What a funny coincidence.

*A post for another day, when I get up the nerve to actually start writing about the real issues in my life right now.
**And by "a" drink, I really mean 2 or 3 or 6....


  1. I believe your husband and my husband are related somehow.

  2. For whatever reason, I tried commenting on this days ago, but my comment wouldn't stick (some problem with cookies). But... I just wanted to let you know that I read this AND I survived just fine.

  3. @Pinkie: Welcome! I have a feeling that most "grown" adult men are related in this sense. :-)

    @OBG: I was wondering where your comment was. I assumed you would laugh at me for thinking that this was detailed enough to warrant a warning. :-)

  4. See, I say I'd love to get the hubs on FB (so I could hack in and post stuff like - "I've got Bieber Fever" as his status update) but I get enough of his crap in real life, online is my world!


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