I have a potty mouth. I've had one since I was Primary Five. Just that it was well kept under wraps when I came home.
Not that my mom cares now even when I let the occasional 'fuck' slip out of my mouth. I remember how she would stop us from even calling each other (Fiona & I) stupid cos 'we weren't that smart ourselves'.
I'm glad to have a Mom like mine. She's one of the most open minded mothers I know. There really isn't much I don't tell her. I could tell her I'm going clubbing for two days straight and she'd be like, "Okay." Provided that I don't have work/school early the next day, of course.
My mom iz coolz.
"You would still go even if I said you couldn't, right?"
Tell me, which mum would ever tell you to "get a double bed (when we move in the near future) so that it's more practical when your boyfriend comes over at night?"
Or "I never expected you to be a virgin once you were over the age of 17/18. But if you ever do it, please use protection."
Or text "Have a good time tattoo-ing" to Fiona when she decided to get a tattoo on her ankle on her 19th birthday.
Or "I can't tell you not to smoke because I can't quit smoking either. Just limit yourself if you do, because it's not healthy."
Not many. Right? Right? Some might just tell their kids an outright no without further explanation. Which leads to the kid wanting to do it even more.
I cannot even imagine what my paternal aunt would do if she found out I party like hell. Probably give me the scolding of my life. Or call me everyday just to make sure I'm home by 8. (Yes, she does that sometimes. And I'm turning 19! ) Yeah, she's kinda traditional in that way.
So yep, to the best damn Mom in the world, Happy belated birthday. :)))
On a completely different note,
I want to dye my hair a honey golden brown. Whoots. :)
