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While looking at some photos from friends on flickr just a minute ago, we saw a picture of two dogs standing close to each other. It appeared as though it was a two-headed dog. The kidlet looks at me and says:
OMG, Japanese twins.
LMAO!
Oh boy.
The kidlet and I stopped at the grocery store after I picked him up from my parents’ house after work. As we were rolling by the Goodwill, which it attached to the Giant in the shopping center, this ummm, “woman” comes out of the Goodwill. It was a transvestite. He/she was wearing a pink shirt with a waaaaay too short white pleated kilt type skirt and pink heels. His/her wig was an awful, long stringy blonde type thing. He/she had a pink bow in his/her hair. His/her makeup was bad. He/she looked like a man with a lot of makeup on. There was nothing feminine or womanly about him/her, including his/her fake boobs. The kidlet saw him/her and clearly knew it wasn’t a “real” woman and asked me, and I quote, “Sweet Jesus, mom, what is that????”
I lost it. I started laughing so hard, I could barely drive the car. I found the first open space and pulled into it and put the car in park. I was still laughing so hard I was crying. When I finally got myself together and wiped all the mascara from under my eyes, I turned to look at the kidlet, who was sitting there with this horrified look on his face. I told him it was a transvestite. And he asked me what that was. So I explained it to him.
We got out of the car to go into the grocery store and I was still hysterical. I looked like a maniac and people were staring at us. By this time, the kidlet was laughing too. A couple times, I got laughing so hard, I was doubled over and just couldn’t stop.
Now, mind you, I wasn’t laughing at the person I saw, because that’s mean. To each his own. If a man wants to walk around dressed up like a woman, more power to him. I was laughing at my son’s reaction to the situation and the fact that I had to explain to him what a transvestite was.
Oy.
On a side note, I had an amazingly enjoyable lunch date with two of my former co-workers. We had a blast laughing and catching up on what’s been happening since I left. I sure do miss them. Don’t get me wrong, I am really glad I made the move to my new job, but I do so miss the friendships and fun we had at work.
I am so excited there’s a little Lemon on the way! 
