Living in Sin: The Dark Side

I’ve done it.

I’ve crossed over into the depths of living under the same roof as my boyfriend. Needless to say, my mom wasn’t exactly thrilled at the news. The conversation with mom went a little something like this:

What I said: “We’re going to live together.”

What she heard: “I’m a prostitute. I’m opening my very own brothel.”

What I said: “I’m excited about it, and I think it’s a really great thing.”

What she heard: “Again, I’ve been a prostitute for years now. I have seven illegitmate children, and I answer to many pimps.”

I have a feeling she’ll get over it by the time I’m 50. Brothels or bust.