God these titles just get worse and worse. No wonder someone just came to my site after searching for “fingernail porn.” Seriously, somebody stop me.
I’m going to take off on a tangent before I even get to the meat of the post (she said meat). Close your eyes and envision – oh hell that’s not going to work. You can’t read with your eyes closed. Try just closing one eye and do a little picture in picture action combining text with the scene I’m about to describe. This is already more work than the joke is worth. Shocker.
So it’s a sticky August evening in Dixon, Illinois. The Middleton Family is gathered together in my Aunt’s family room/kitchen. People are everywhere – cleaning the cook top, packaging up leftovers, crowding around the table, perching on the arms of the easy chairs already filled with other relatives, crouching on the hearth of the fireplace, huddling on the floor with only a narrow path for foot traffic. We’re a big family.
My brother Thom may or may not have consumed several beverages of the alcoholic variety. Somehow the subject of gift giving arose. Mom mentioned something about a style of bracelet she adored. Thom said, “Well Mom, if you’re lucky, maybe Dad will give you a pearl necklace when you get home.”
Silence.
I heard a piece of Tupperware clatter to the floor and Rocco started laughing in a pitch too high for human ears to register.
Mom’s brow furrowed as Dad turned a shade that I can only describe as aubergine. “Why is that funny?” she asked.
By now, anyone under the age of fifty and all the males were giggling. Mom looked me straight in the eye and sternly repeated her question, “Why is that funny?”
“Oh c’mon Mom, you know what a pearl necklace is,” Thom responded.
She ripped her eyes off of me and bore them into Thom as she retorted, “I most certainly do not!” Eyes back on me she continued, “Do YOU know what a pearl necklace is?”
I chewed my bottom lip, desperately trying not to laugh and nodded slowly.
“Do YOU know what a pearl necklace is?” she asked over and over again while interrogating the room of relatives. She was answered with more giggles and nods.
Dad’s laughter had slowed enough that he was breathing again. Mom pointed at him as she barked, “Bob, YOU don’t know what it is, do you?”
His shoulders shook as his aubergine head bobbed in the affirmative. The relatives giggled. Thom gloated. Rocco cackled. I squirmed. Mom pouted.
Suffice it to say, she knows now. I hope Dad didn’t provide her with visual aids, but I wouldn’t rule it out.
Now that I’ve ensured Mom will yell at me the second I open the front door, I can return to the actual story for today. I was out last night with the 43 year old un-named male. We were people watching and were both entranced by a slutty librarian at the next table.
She was rocking her look hard. Her jet black hair was pulled into a messy bun on top of her head with a red Paper Mate pen protruding from between her shiny black locks. Beneath a modest black cardigan, she wore a white button down shirt unbuttoned for maximum cleavage exposure. Her gray plaid skirt was about four inches shorter than modesty should allow. Black tights and clunky boots completed the ensemble.
Slutty Librarian was flirting shamelessly with another guy at her table. We enjoyed the show and offered our own color commentary.
Me: “Sheesh, could she be any more obvious?”
Un-named Male: “Maybe it’s a new bra and uncomfortable.”
Me: “Um, no. She’s totally playing with that button solely to make him look at her boobs. Chicks do that. I promise.”
Un-named Male: “Huh.”
Me: “And that big pearl bracelet is pretty ridiculous.”
Un-named Male: “Why? It matches her necklace.”
Me: “She has a pearl necklace?”
Un-named Male: “Uh huh.”
Me: “I don’t see it.”
Un-named Male: “She is.”
Me: “Oh wait! I see. It’s like a little gold strand with a handful of pearls spread about. That doesn’t count.”
Un-named Male: “It does in my book.”
Me: “It’s not a string of pearls.”
Un-named Male: “I’m 43. You don’t get a string of pearls.”
…and scene!
I’m on the road for the next several days for some quality bonding time with the family. No promises as to how regular I’ll be, what with the travel and all. I’ll eat lots of fiber though and bring Bubba (cutest netbook ever!) along just in case blogging opportunities arise. By the time I return, I expect you all to have perfected your kazoo rendition of In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida. Try this version, it’s only seventeen minutes long.
You never fail to make me laugh. Have fun with your family!
This story will live on through me as a joke I retell for ages. The names may change, but the punchline will stay the same.
This reminds me of the time I was hooking up new computer equipment for a mid-40s eccentric photographer friend. I told him that the hard drives could daisy chain. He laughed his ass off. Maybe they were more sex drive than hard drive.
(I worked on that punchline for 5 minutes… Dang.)
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Good thing you look good in a mustache. Does this mean you can fix my broken hard drive? It’s a really sexy hard drive. No really.
Oh, the pearl necklace will always be a classic. Next you should ask your mom if she knows what a Turkish backpack is. (urban dictionary fan here)
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Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Please oh please tell me my parents have never done THAT.
You are the best! Have fun bonding!!! (-:
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I once had the pleasure of explaining to a good friend of mine what a Snow Baller was. And so what if we were in a long line at Macy’s at the time. And the hand gestures and exaggerated swallowing were completely necessary for the tutorial.
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Now I KNOW my parents have done THAT. Too bad you weren’t at the McDonalds in the kids section waiting to order a milkshake.
My mom has to know what one is because my father is incredibly vulgar, but she’d never ever admit she knew.
…but she’d totally be into it, right?
fingernail porn. i always wondered why lesbians wear fake nails in porn, like, if they stick their fingers in certain places wouldn’t those hurt?
anyway. wow… this is awesome. i really just love you. and your unnamed man is pretty damn genius.
Seriously. Solid nail grooming should be the basis of any intimate relationship, don’t you think?
He’s single you know. I could hook you up. PS he’s 43.
You are just begging me to unleash the bj madness on you, aren’t ya? That really is priceless. Maybe you should take her to a Fantasy party while you are home bonding. The His and Hers Pleasure Beads will leave her with lots of fun questions. *wicked grin*
BTW, I want to know your friend. He should come with you when we train The Vagina Blogalogues for the Oaks. He can sip Mint Juleps with us. I like him.
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Way to bring it full circle, Diva! The Vagina Blogalogues is foaming at the mouth in anticipation.
I think you’re the shit and all, but I don’t know if I can handle my mom and pleasure beads in the same thought. Ew.
That was some good storytelling! My friend, Kate’s mom demanded to know what a Donkey Punch was the other day. First, Mom tried to get it out of her younger daughter, then Kate’s husband, then Kate, then her own husband and when nobody would tell her, she finally looked it up on Urban Dictionary and then exclaimed, “Why in the hell do you all know what a Donkey Punch is?!” I love moms.
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I love that your mom uses Urban Dictionary. I bet she can use OMG in a sentence, too.
So wait, was she looking for some Donkey Punch action?
Turkish backpack?
Snowballing?
I don’t know those.
Is it because I’m 55 and don’t have a prostate?
I don’t have a prostate either. Anymore. I think it’s because you’re from South Dakota.
My mother in law once had a conversation with my entire extended family about how she just found out what ‘tea bagging’ was.
Weirdest. Thanksgiving. Ever.
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You exposed her to the concept, didn’t you?
I laughed my ass off so hard. Also, I tried to comment last night but your site is being a biiiiaatch. I would never be able to explain a pearl necklace to my mom. Or a chicago wind tunnel.
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I’m pretty sure MediaTemple hates me. That’s all I can figure out. Of course now I have to go look up a chicago wind tunnel. Oh, the viruses you people force me to download.
Oh dear God. That was terrifying.
please trade families with me
or get yourselves a sitcom. as i don’t usually have the focus to sit and visualize in full detail the insanity and beauty of these scenarios that you claim for your life.
for now, a blog will do. thanks. i love your comments as i stumble over them in various places. legendary, i’d say. award winning, no doubt.
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Sadly, we’re not pretty enough for TV. Also, I’m pretty sure we could only be broadcast late night on a premium channel due to explicit content.
I laughed so hard while reading this I had to tell my husband to stop with the bookaki.
I’ll let you look that one up…
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Holy God I’m eating breakfast here!
Hilarious. My mother also tends to be the butt of jokes in our family!
Seems that you’ll need that quality family time after telling the pearl necklace story! Have fun.
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So I got in last night and Mom’s all, “I’ve really loved the last several blogs.” I stared at her and asked, “You’re really ok with the pearl necklace one?” She’s all, “What pearl necklace one?” Summabitch I had really banked on her having a few hours to cool down before our interacting.
I am steadfastly refusing to Google any of these terms that y’all are dropping and will instead give a chaste nod to the “regular…fiber” joke, which is absolutely the only part of this post that I could ever mention to MY dad.
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I read this a while back ago but wasn’t able to comment. I love you, and I love your entire family. {{{hugs}}} to your mom. I hope you had a great time when you went to the family gathering!
p.s. The Google ads prominently displays a pearl necklace for sale on the bottom. Priceless!
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Tahitian Pearls sound kinky, don’t they?