Mr B took lil brother to Cub Scout camp for the week and called me this afternoon to report that there is a mom there tottering around on high heel wicker shoes. "You mean wedges?" I clarify, clearly disgusted that he has no fashion vocabulary to speak of. "Uh, yeah, if they look like wicker shoes, " he grunts, unsure why I have such a pissy tone over such an inconsequential detail (...only in man land).
He continues... This mom who is tottering around in high heel wicker shoes is wearing those short pants above the ankle. "You mean capris?" I inform him in my most sardonic tone. "Uh, yeah, I guess so," he concedes. According to Mr B she is dressed for an indoor scrapbooking convention at the Holiday Inn-not a hot, dusty, humid, stinky campground for boys. But most importantly he continues, she has her shirt unbuttoned and is continually rubbing and rolling her BIG SWEATY BOOBS in a towel she keeps around her neck, and every boy scout there is desperate to help her pitch her tent and carry her luggage.
So I ask the million dollar question: where is lil brother??? And of course Mr B has no clue... he's had his eye on wicker shoe lady and her BIG SWEATY BOOBS.
Clearly the cub scouts are gonna have a freakin' blast this week since the camping staff & chaperones are otherwise engaged. Stay tuned for incoming details on lil Miss Wicker Shoe's prancing camping antics. Pffttttt.... I hope she breaks her ankle.
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