I listen to people out here. Really I do, so after reading Tiggr and Theresa and a few other places I just decided that I would get some ginger root when I was at the store. Mollie was with me but what does she know about cooking, except that I don’t do it? She asked me what in the world it was and I just told her it was a spice. I wrapped it up and stuck it in the fridge. I hadn’t given it any more thought than that. I did know if I was going to try it, I didn’t know if I was going to tell Nick I had gotten it. It was just there, wrapped up and tucked in the back of the crisper drawer, and then forgotten.
Last night I was sitting quietly blogging away Nick and Mollie in the kitchen when Mollie shouts to me “Mom your ginger root is still in here what are you planning to do with it?” Well to me it sounded like “Mom you left your dildo on the counter in here, do you want it”. Now if you have been reading here you know I am pretty good at thinking on my feet fending off Mollie’s questions. But my mind was totally numb. I knew I was blushing, I could feel it, but I was trying not to burst out laughing! Unfortunately trying unsuccessfully to hold it back caused it to burst out more like a sob and Mollie ran in to see why I was crying. Of course I was laughing so hard that tears were running down my face. She wanted to know what could possible be so funny. I couldn’t come up with a thing. I just kept laughing and shook my head at her, which of course made her mad.
I really need to remember what Bonnie tried to say in one of her posts. A belt or hair brush on the couch is not a dead give away to the average vanilla person. I am sure some people cook with ginger. But I’m not some people! Would anyone out there be interested in a teenage? We could work out some kinda time share maybe. Think about it and let me know.