It's Always a Good Time for TMI

Saturday I planned to write for an hour and then clean the house. My daughter came upstairs dressed for the gym, with an agenda for the two of us for the day. Body pump at 8:30, a bit of cardio, and then power shopping.  Two malls and many hundreds of dollars later I have one really cute outfit and a few lacy silk items, and she is weighted down with two shopping bags full. 

Not sure how we ended up at the sex shop, I think it had something to do with my daughter wanting a plaid skirt. I had been in Priscilla’s one time before, but going with a companion emboldened me. I strolled over to the toy section to browse and after a few minutes she joined me. I am reaching back into all the books I have read on parenting and trying to form the appropriate words in my head for dildo/vibrator shopping with my adult daughter. Noting comes to mind. Right before the silence becomes uncomfortable the girl says,

“I want one with remote control.”  I doubt that she was prepared for the response that came immediately to my lips,

 “OMG so do I”!  After that icebreaker all vestiges of hesitation were gone. We looped through the store examining and discussing everything. She rifles through the sale table.  We take pictures to amuse our friends. We discuss options (very scientifically) with the little red headed clerk who puts the batteries in our purchases to make sure they work.

An hour later we left the store with a lot of things that used to arrive at people’s houses in “a plain brown wrapper, no returns or exchanges”.  We sat in the car and opened our surprise grab bag, only ten dollars, guaranteed to be at least a $40 value. My girl hands me the one piece stretch lace body stocking and says, “This looks like you Mom.” I think it’s the nicest compliment she’s ever given me. I do hope she intended it to be a compliment.

Both of us were hungry at this point so we grabbed a coffee at Starbucks and walked next door to Panara for soup.  Our conversation is punctuated with giggles. The girl says, “Well, that was an interesting thing to do on Easter weekend.”

I pause with my spoon mid way to my mouth. “Well, it is about resurrection you know.”  We burst into laughter again, turning the dreary day into summer for us both.

Now I need to put on my saucy French maid outfit and clean house. Happy Easter all.