Have you ever spent time with your parents when they’re drinking? And you’re stone cold sober?
It’s an experience I had recently, and one I could have done without. I learned all sorts of things. About my parents. And the great-art of baby-making. And merkins – of which I was blissfully ignorant and could happily have stayed that way for the rest of my life.
But in the interests of sharing the misery, or perhaps the hysteria (and sharing is caring, right?) you can read about my unfortunate encounter with the merkin – a wig for a woman’s nether regions – my parents, and alcohol here at Patricia Carrigan’s blog.
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