Went out to dinner last night evening with the in-laws. Quaint little Mexican food restaurant, family owned. I'm sitting scouring the menu, trying to figure out if I'm going to be brave and order something different this time. After failing to find anything remotely interesting, other than my normal taco salad, I put the menu down on the table. My mother in law says, "So, what looks good on the appetizers". Now me, being on a low-carb thing, I hardly ever look at the appetizer list. But tonight, I glance down and what do I see as the first thing listed?? Poppers. OMG! I must be writing too many one-handed reads because the first thing that comes to mind are little vials of amyl nitrate. Shit. I lean over to hubby and say, "Maybe they have a back room..."
He knows where my mind is—in the gutter where it normally resides, and laughs at my giggling over poppers. I should have felt bad…but it just wasn't in the cards. This is a family establishment where they encourage you to pray before you eat the meal. Those poor people couldn't have known that someone would see their oh-so-innocent way of making out the menu. Or could they? Who knows, only that it really made me laugh and gave the evening a little kick.
Hehehe, mother in law ended up getting Poppers *snickering* although I think her poppers will give her little more than a bad case of heartburt tonight when the jalepenos start a revolt.
Perhaps I've been writing one-handed reads for way too long for Poppers to be such a familiar, yet perverted, thing to me.
*sigh*
I'm off to read the rest of "Male Model".
