Sounds like fun, doesn't it?

Let me set the scene for ya...

Easter Sunday at my parent's house. My oldest brother, his wife, and 5 kids are there. My youngest brother is there with his girlfriend. My sister and both my parents are there. I was there with all 5 of my kids. My oldest son has a bedroom at their house where he occasionally sleeps. This room used to belong to my sister. She is 33 and just moved out about 6 months ago, but still has lots of her crap there. He has his TV, Playstation 3, and the rest of his electronic equiptment in there. It looks like a normal teenager's room...clothes on the floor and piled up on the dresser...it's what else was on the dresser that caught everyone off-guard.

Karma Sutra for Lovers and Strawberry Body Dust.

It was a tiny little book, and a tiny little jar of body dust.

So now the big question...is it my sister's, or my 17 year old son's?

Well, my sister swears it isn't hers.

I am in denial that it actually belongs to my son. I just don't think 17 year old boys are in to that kind of thing;)

I am posting this here, instead of on my regular blog, so nosey eyes don't read it:)

I have this absolutely beautiful 17 year old son. He is 6' tall, 190lbs, and built like a brick shit house. He take a strength and flexibility class at school, and then stays after to lift weights, and runs just for fun. He has beautiful blue eyes and nice pretty straight white teeth (and a tongue ring and lip ring).

There's no other way to describe him...He's a HOTTIE!

So, I get this text message from him the other day:

(*names have been changed to protect the innocent)

*Mandee told *Katie that I went to her house yesterday and had sex with her and you're the only one that knows it's not true!

My response:

Umm...how do I know what you did?

His response:

Cause you know where I took your car

My response:

If you say so...

Here's the deal...he came to my work and got my car to go to an appointment. He got there at 3:00, but his appointment was at 4:30...hmmmmm

I asked him to go to the bank for me, which he did at some point, but I never saw him leave the parking lot. I would have seen him leave if he went to the bank or his appointment as soon as he left the salon. It's a suspicious coincidence that *Mandee lives by the salon, and if he went to her house, he would have turned the opposite direction as he needed to go.

Long story short...

My son's a man-whore.

I knew as soon as he showed up early that he planned to go see *Mandee, I'm not as dumb as he thinks I look.

I just hope he's keepin' that soldier of his wrapped up tight!