2002-07-10 - 12:27 a.m.

amusing conversation with my mother, installment two:

me: i hate being female

mother: why's that?

me: because once a month god zaps my ovaries

mother: could be worse

me: ::a few terse, silent blinks::...how could it possibly be any worse?

mother: ::thinks momentarily, then looks up out of the corners of her eyes::... wet dreams.

my mother has a delightful way of putting things into perspective.

It's just a jump to the left - and then a step to the right...