I love getting older for one reason, well, two reasons. One being that I will soon be able to receive a lower car insurance rate (woo!) Two, I’m finally hearing stories from my mom and aunts that would have been deemed “inappropriate” at any other age.
My Aunt M is getting married in September and we got together to brainstorm shower details. I may have brought up strippers, I really can’t be sure if it was me*. I learned that at a birthday party many years ago, a cop showed up to tell Aunt M that her car was illegally parked. She blushed and made funny “Oh YOU guys” faces and the rest of the family was like “NO. Move your car.” Yeah, the cop was really a cop. So we joked that we should have her shower at a Mexican restaurant and invite a stripper.
Aunt A: Yeah, and he can show her his taco.
Me: – Nervous look on my face as I try to hold back the urge to 1. giggle uncontrollably (I’m the good niece damnit!) 2. Inform her that she’s describing the wrong anatomy. -
Deciding that I didn’t want to enter into a conversation about tacos and va-jay-jays, I bit my tongue. We all share a laugh as I contemplate which Spanish dish to compare the male anatomy to. Too many laughs later, I nonchalantly utter: Chimichanga**.
Aunt A: You have big dreams Jennifer.
What’s that saying? You know, the one that’s always on posters in high school counselor’s offices: “Aim for the moon. Even if you miss you’ll land among the stars.” That applies in this situation right?
* I lied. I definitely brought up strippers.
** Have you ever had a chimichanga? Ouch.
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