“push it down like this”

is what the 18 or maybe 19 year old bus boy told us at brunch this morning. (He wouldn’t tell us his exact age but either way S, M and I were all cougars!)

He was referring to what S and I were trying to teach M how to do. I’ll leave it at that–but yes it was totally inappropriate for our “catch up from the night before” Sunday brunch conversation and even more out of line for the bus boy to chime in on our bawdy banter. You better believe there were hand motions involved. We laughed. We smiled. We blushed. We drank bottomless mimosas and reminded each other of the night before. It was perfect.

In other news, I bought and semi successfully put together a 5 tier book shelf from target.

ahh, I can’t wait for the day my apartment not only feels like home but looks like one too.