For those of you that read my mother’s comments on the last post, I’s got some s’plainen’ to-do.

First, for my friends that know me. . .  you can see my tendency to forget to give context when telling an anecdote is clearly a genetic trait.

Second, my mother has always been incredibly supportive of me. This has been aided by the fact that I earned a high GPA in High School, graduated Undergrad in four years rather than the seven or never plan, went on to earn two Masters degrees, mostly paid her back money that I have borrowed, and never got knocked up or arrested. One of my old jokes about my mother– (which I have probably already used here. Sue me. You try writing one of these things for a few years and come up with new material every flippen day. It’s hard.) One of my old jokes is, if I told my mother I was thinking of becoming a prostitute, she would say, “Well, you go out there and be the best little crack whore that you can be.”

Third. What she going on about?

Alright. I think I have already talked about this (see above comment regarding recycled material).

I loved The Pink Panther movies as a kid and I adored the slap stick genius of Peter Sellers. I would pay homage to his comedy genius by painting on a fake mustache, putting on my mother’s trench coat and my father’s hat, pop into a closet and then spring out saying one of the lines from the movie in the best bad French accent my 11 year old self could do.

If I had been born ten years later they would have put me on medication.

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