<p>Yes, Possums, shoot me dead! The woman, also known as my mother, is now wearing skinny jeans!</p><p>And now I have to take her to discount designer places, you know the places that say they are discount designer, but there are nothing “designer” about them.</p><p>“What is that?” she asks.</p><p>“Oh, well, then yes, I am into…what is it called again, dominatrix?” she answered as she trotted off to the nearest sales boy.</p><p>Possums, the sales man’s face turned as white as a ghost. Did I add that he was already white! As he tried to regain his bearings, I kindly pushed her to the back of the store. We eventually left with a few skimpy tops, but sadly, for her, none of them were leather. I then had to drive her around a few places, cause it is in the middle of the friggin’ winter and not a lot of places have little itty-bitty things. And besides, these things, in my opinion can’t be that itty-bitty, cause Possums, have you met my mother? There is nothing itty-bitty on her, but maybe her pinky toe!</p>
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