Grandma's Closet?

I decided long before I had kids, that I would always be very open, honest, and candid with them. Taking a no holds barred approached has fared well, I think. My kids are very bold, outgoing, and are not afraid to speak their minds. Yes, this had it's downsides, but raising quiet, "yes" people is just not me.

With that said, I also have a pretty open house. The kids are free to go through whatever drawer, closet, bag they want to, I have nothing to hide (that they can find). Well, that was before I realized I now have Grandma's Scary closet. You know what I mean...do you remember the first time you "discovered" grandma's dentures...or her weird pointy bra's in her closet?GROSS!!! Those kinds of discoveries make Friday the 13th look like Nick Jr. Seriously. They scar you for life.

Since I am now a Breast Cancer lady...I have some pretty weird stuff...Stryo heads with wigs...scarfs galore...and yes, prosthetic boobs. I know, TMI...but this is what Breast Cancer is...you either have fake ones on the inside or on the outside. Get over it. So today, Jillian and her friend go off to Five Below with my Mom to get a birthday present for a party this weekend. The girls come home, eager to wrap their present right away. Where to look for a box...well gee...Mom's closet. I am saying good-bye to my Mother, when out runs Jillian with one of my boob boxes in hand asking if she can use it for her friend's present. Not so calmly, I tell her NO and to put it back RIGHT NOW and to stay out of my closet....yeee gads people!!! My boob box!!! Thankfully, she was none the wiser and had no idea what it was. After I regained composure, had a good laugh, I explained that maybe Mom's closet isn't such a good place to root around in anymore...so much for my open house policy....or maybe I just need to stash the items a little higher from now on.

Speaking of which, why do they say "Save the Ta-Ta's"??? Shouldn't it be "Save the Woman"?

Off to clean my closet...

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Carl Unbehaun said…
To quote Olivia: "You funny!" The older I get, the more I realize that it's "one day at a time." It is precious to know, Amanda, that you are embracing those around you and loving every minute that God gives you. We love and miss you all (has it really been eight years?). We really must come visit!
October 30, 2010 at 8:52 AM
Ditto said…
W-O-W!!! You are a good woman....I have never had an open door policy for my room or my closet!!! Of course, that does not mean they didn't root around...just means I probably didn't know about it!! And you are correct!!!! "SAVE THE WOMAN-not just the Ta-Ta's!!" We are more than just our Ta-Ta's!!! Love you!!!
November 8, 2010 at 6:38 PM
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