mother of pearl... so, i went down to the cafeteria to grab an egg sammich... i usually pass the time yapping with the cook, Pete... an older fella from italy -anyway i'd told him a week ago that i am moving back in with mom
he tells me the other day that his 33 year old son is moving back in with him... okay, so i don't feel so alone in this "moving back in" thing...
this morning... as i said, egg sammich (with red peppers and one slice of cheese... oh, and coffee...milk, no sugar)
so, pete asks "eh... so 'ave yew 'ad dee tawlk with mama about 'ow yew willa be handling dee sexa? willa she letta yew 'ava dee boyza over? becawza i hadda dee tawka widda ma son, an' he a bit embarrass becawza he hazza dee girlfrien' but he willa be downastairs - and i tella 'im dat is okay because i am americanize now and not old country"
sweet baby jeezuz... yes. mom and i discussed.
pretty much went like "you won't be whoring around and bringing guys back here and that's that."**
** i am paraphrasing her response, so don't get all pissy at mom - there's no way in hell i'd take a guy home to my bedroom which is 6 feet from her's **

