Friday, July 24, 2009

Treasures


"Hold onto your TREASURES, RACHEY!" Mom screams her unpredictably boisterous insanity from the couch. I laugh as I shove my first boyfriend out of the house.


Before my date, she had said, "Rachey, a girl's treasures, you know what I mean when I say ‘treasures’ right? A girl's treasures should be held onto for as long as possible and until you meet the right person and for when you're older. Got it? Good."

The conversation tortured us both with laughter, but I understood.




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