The Latta Family

It's a good thing I can laugh at myself.  I mean, it frequently puts others at ease, but mostly I put my own self at ease.  Like tonight.  Doug's out of town.  He traveled on a charter bus with 45+ teenagers and 6+ adults to Louisville, KY for the National FFA Convention. Last night I said, "Doug do you have any idea how much I HATE the National Convention." "Yes, Kate.  I know." "But do you know why I HATE the National Convention?" "Yes, dear.  I know you hate it because the Boogey Man is going to come get you, while I'm gone." "YES!  That's exactly why!  Plus this year is even worse because it's over Halloween!!!!  And that means I'll have to give the dog one final walk, in the dark, on Halloween night, all by myself!!!!!" "I'm sorry dear."  (I'm pretty sure he's not sorry at all.  His tone of voice indicated that he thinks I am over reactive and dramatic, as if you can imagine that...

You should know, I have blogs that roll through my head all the time.  But it's only the really good ones that I share.  Or not. Before you read any further, you should know this blog is not going to be appropriate.  At all.  It is not.  If you're not comfortable with talking about masturbating- stop now.  If you think this topic is hilarious- read on.  You're in for a . . . treat.  ;-) My parents have had a bummer week and called me to entertain them (uhhh, what could my parents and masturbating possibly be doing in a story together?!  Read on, it's not scary, I promise!).  I happily obliged. I entertained them with stories of their grandchildren first, and then I remembered the Special Ed teacher meeting I went to on Tuesday.  I had to share that story because it's too funny and it definitely entertained them and you too. I was not happy to be at this meeting. I mean, it was after school for one thing.  The other thing ...