Rex tells me it's time for a makeover. "You've been wearing that pathetic pink shirt since I've known you." |
So we take a cab downtown. |
Nothing here interests me. |
Rex considers a belted navy top. |
But settles on some black french boxer briefs. |
He finds me out at the swingset, "... so I tell her to watch TV while I make fishsticks, right?..." |
She's all over the story. |
I tell Rex I think my biological clock might be ticking. "I want to push my own teenager in my own swingset one day." |
He goes home alone. |
And I get mugged! |
Police! |
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