Mmmmmm. hominy? . . . my . . . favorite.

so, I get to meet mothers "boyfriend" last night. Dinner was wonderful. I can think of nothing better than eating a plate of hominy with some bloke who introduces himself as my new father. He said that he was "trying out" to be my new father during our introductions. And, he didn't laugh. Meaning, i think he was serious. Weird start to the night to say the least.

So, the night went on as planned. Uncomfortable conversation after uncomfortable conversation about his collection of clown paintings. Then, while mom was making a fourth and fifth round of cocktails, (she has started making two rounds at a time to save energy, she says) he decided to REALLY try and be my pal.

He was talking about how much he loved mother, and since his wife's unfortunate accident two weeks ago, he wasn't sure if his "soul mate" even existed until he saw my mother lying there sleeping so soundly in the middle of a parking lot, with her funny little topless clown outfit on. When he said "soul mate" something weird happened. You know how sometimes people will make hand gestures to really puncuate certain parts of a conversation? Well, he decided to puncuate the "soul mate" part of his conversation with a double pelvic thrust.

Man, when someone starts doing pelvic thrusts to puncuate something in a conversation, it REALLY changes that conversation.