Conversations with Shea

I was in the car listening to a Prince song and decided to call and sing it to my wonderfully gay friend, Nicky. When her phone ‘rang’ it was a Melissa Etheridge song.
I never pass up the opportunity to pick on my friend about anything that has to do with her sexuality, because honestly she’s not exactly comfortable with me doing it. Yes, that makes me sound like an ass, but if you could hear her laugh when I say things to her that are so in your face honest, you would start sending me one liners.
After tonight’s conversation, I don’t think she has any problems anymore. I made her go into details about her sexuality and I promised her that if I went gay that I would allow her to pick on me about carpets and drapes.

Shea wasn’t too thrilled with my message though. Not knowing who I left the message for she said, “Mom, that was a mean message. You can’t say, ‘You know, people are going to think you’re gay'” to people, it’s not nice.”
“I was kidding with her baby. Everyone knows she’s gay.”
“It was a gowl?”
“Yeah, my friend, Nicky…you remember her and her wife from the BBQ last year?”
“Uh. Yeah. Duh. But mom…Gowls can’t be gay.”
“Yeah they can.”
“No mom, they are Wesbians.”

hmm. Who knew?