Jenny On the Spot: Caffeinated mom, lover of dancing, glitter and glitter.

Ruh-roh.

So I wrote this one post yesterday. About words that make me feel uncomfortable. Or adolescenty. Or giggly. Perhaps even gaggy.

When I write these posts, any post really… It is usually late at night when my will has been broken and my judgement has been compromised. And through the awesome power of exhaustion I often crack myself up until I cry and then I wake up in the morning and akks mahself, “What was that all about?” But it’s too late and I leave it there.

And then… EVERYONCEINAWHILE… my IRL calls me out. Takes me off the bench and puts me on the plate.

Except, my IRL is throwing balls to a girl who is playing Barbies. Basically.

Last night I wrote a post (Barbie time) and this evening I got called-out (the pitch).

There I was at play rehearsal, minding my own business (I know, but just give me that). In a room full of young people – 70 kids all practicing their hearts out for a big play. One of the older young men approached. He had a quizzical look on his face. I had been handing out Ibuprofen earlier… I had my suspicions.

One might say I was standing on the plate, innocently combing Barbie’s hair when a fast pitch came my way.

Did you read yesterday’s post? Might wanna before reading ahead….

*waiting, whistling*

The young man asked, “I was wondering… do you have a moist shammy?”

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

I looked left.

I look right.

I *think* the room spun.

I looked at the kid young man who asked for a moist shammy. I worked to hold back a gag.

I’m serious.

“Ohmygoshdoes he readmyblog? OhmygoshI…. Whu? How? HaveIcorruptedtheyoungpeople???!!!”

My face turned HOT. My face turned RED.

My interwebz and my real life… an intersocial relationship???

*fame*

No.

But still.

And then I see HER. TRISH. Trish sent this innocent young man over. My friend had read THE POST.

At that point I allowed myself a few gags. I pointed and mouthed, “YOOOOOU!!!!”

And the rest of the evening… no matter what corner I occupied I heard random snickers, “FOLD”, “POINSETTIA”, “MOIST”…

*gag* *snicker* *gag*

I am left wondering… should I keep playing with Barbie or get a bat and a helmet? I thinking Barbie. She like glitter too.

P.S. Thanks to Meg at Demanding Joy for reminding me of 2 more words that make me flinch – phlegm & caulk. I can’t believe I forgot those!

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