I have officially reached the end of the internet. I found a website called Christian Nymphos. The tag line is "Married Sex: Spicy, the way God intended it to be!"
That I'm not going to win the Mother of the Year Award. My eight year old asked me if we were going to do anything special while she was on spring break. Me being me, replied "Yeah, we're going to rock out with our cocks out." She frowned and said, "Our whats?" To which I quickly said "Clocks. You know clocks off the wall. We're going to have so much fun rocking those clocks...so do you want a pony?"
It took being around "REALLY" bad kids to realize how good my kids are. It's not that mine are angels, it's just that I finally get that they're not demons.