As California Mom and I were driving through the foothills of North Georgia, we found ourselves conversing about my blog and my awesome cyberpeeps as well as the various other blogs that I try to ready daily. We were discussing Adventure Grrl's blog (100 Days in Bed) and I was telling her about AG's recent visit from her mother and her mother's insistence that they go vibrator shopping together. We laughed about how neither of us could have ever gone vibrator shopping with our moms (our mothers were sisters) and how awkward it would have been if one of them had asked. California Mom wasn't even sure they had vibrators when her mom was young. I told her she was crazy and yes they had vibrators when her mom was young, they just weren't as fancy and didn't have all the bells and whistles that vibrators have today.
As we continued to talk, we came up to an intersection on some winding back road. There were several signs for antique shops and we commented on how those might be fun to visit.
California Mom: What would an antique vibrator have looked like? They wouldn't have had batteries. They would have needed a cord or have been hand cranked.
As we continued to talk, we came up to an intersection on some winding back road. There were several signs for antique shops and we commented on how those might be fun to visit.
California Mom: What would an antique vibrator have looked like? They wouldn't have had batteries. They would have needed a cord or have been hand cranked.
Me: (Bursting out laughing--I was having visions of hand cranked egg beaters.) Hand cranked?
California Mom: I can't picture one with a cord, in fact, I don't want to picture one with a cord.
At this point, we were laughing so hard, I was having trouble keeping the car on the road. Of course the next day, we had to find an antique egg beater, you know, for a souvenir.
California Dad, if you are reading this, I swear no alcohol was involved!!!
5 comments:
ha ha! well, i once visited a museum of torture in Italy and apparently the "witches" had all kinds of devices for self-pleasure. of course they were executed. thank god times have changed huh? ha ha!
LOL, I was wondering where you were going with this. The title and then the picture had me interested.
I know I've been to one of those home parties where they sell the um toys, with my mom. Very awkward and weird.
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The thought of talking sex with my mom makes me squirm. I can't imagine shopping with her. Your take of the good ole days is indeed hilarious!
Holy Shit! That thing would rip your clit right off. Could be painful and dangerous. LOL!
I was at the museum of torture as well, in San Gim! Why did I go see that? No idea. It totally disturbed me. Love the beater!
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