Jul 132011

I woke up this morning and the dog needed a walk. I had a man’s business shirt lying around, so I threw it on over my undies, covering all my unmentionables and took her out. I was whistling a happy tune and  walking her by the tennis courts, when a little girl in a sundress asked her mother, “Mommy, why is that girl wearing a shirt like Daddy’s?”

The mom eyed my shirt, tsk-tsked and said, “Because, honey, sometimes grown ups make bad choices.”

Yeah. Thanks, Mom. I did the walk of shame down my own block after a torrid, breathless night of writing, watching the RUGRATS MOVIE with my collie and cleaning the bathroom.

I’m so ashamed. My mother raised me better than this, eh?

Reader Comments

  1. August 28, 2011 at 8:45 pm

    You just let that mom get away with that? You weren’t tempted to fire back with “Because sometimes daddy gets bored with mommy and leaves his shirt at another woman’s house, kid.”

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