Couth and Claws
A close friend stopped by the other day to check on me and make sure I was feeling okay. She was filling me in on all the latest gossip, when she referred to a lady as a “stank ho.” Alex, nearby, turned to look at us with a puzzled expression.
“What’s a ’stank ho’?”
“Ask your stepmother, kid.”
“SHHHHHH!!!” I warned her, viciously.
“I’m sorry. Ask your Grammy instead.”
And this is the point I wish life had a rewind button.