Yesterday Kurt caught me frantically waving my hand in front of my face.
"Are you having a seizure?"
"No. I'm trying not to think about Eric Clapton's son."
"Just imagine Monty bouncing his grandchild on his knee."
At that I burst into tears because I realized I won't be here anymore by the time my son has grandchildren. Ideally he'll live far beyond I will and if he does have kids and those kids have kids I won't be around for any of it.
I suddenly understand why people need religion.
Here's Kurt and Monty and me. And my boobs.
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| Never has a man appreciated my boobs like my son. |
