Here’s to hoping that Kerrie doesn’t read this website tonight. I can’t hold this back any longer. I made the cake today – and this is the master piece.
Voila:

Mwahahahahahahahaha. I need to find the photos of the shower she threw for me – y’all’ll think I’m an angel. Honestly.
The shower I received from Kerrie came fully equiped with a penis cake, anatomically correct with flesh tone icing and a few other surprises. Then came the penis straws I had to use and the penis wind up toys I had to play with. My mom was there. Not much embarrasses me – but when I opened a gift from my sister-in-law and it happened to be this book I was MORTIFIED. Which intensified when I was told that MY BROTHER helped pick it out.
Thats one of those moments in life that you’d like to erase from your memory, knowing that your brother had a say in the book on sex that his wife was buying for his BABY sister. Maybe that’s not weird, maybe it’s normal – but it made me turn 37 different shades of red. Kinda like my first kiss – after said boy was finished trying to shove his tongue down my throat I told him that was the grossest thing I’ve ever done. And then I told my brothers about that.
Needless to say they were hooting and hollering because I didn’t like kissing boys at the age of 14, especially not when tongues were involved – but I’ll never forget that either. Nor will I live it down.
Or there was that time when I asked my parents what a BONER was at Sunday dinner with my Grandma in attendance, yeah – that one doesn’t go away either.
I could go on with the number of embarrassing things I’ve said or asked my family – but I’ll stop while I’m ahead. Here’s to making more embarrassing memories with Kerrie!