One afternoon before a family party I stopped to pick up my mom. Per usual she wasn't ready and was on the computer (You've got mail!) She asked me to read her credit card numbers to her and said, "You'd die if you knew what I was signing up for right now." Ummm, I'm standing behind you, have a pair of eyes, and understand how to read a computer! Clearly I rushed to the phone to send a mass family text. This could NOT wait the 45 minutes it would take for us to get to the party!
This was a few months ago and we've only heard a few stories. Like the time she asked my sister for advice because a handsome African American gentleman had emailed her. PS My sister's got a bad case of jungle fever (see my amazing 8 year old, biracial niece). That was a good chuckle but nothing prepared me for today...
A suitor younger than my mother emailed her on this site. It being a senior's site I'd like to know her definition of "younger". Anywho, she politely declined by sending him a message stating "Even though I think you are cute, I am not one of those wolverines." So I've come up with my own definition of said "wolverine" to along with the whole cougar movement.
Wolverine [wool-vuh-reen, wool-vuh-reen]: A stocky, older widow native to North America who is only awake a few short hours a day but if she doesn't get her daily dose (of various prescription drugs) she can one nasty b*tch.
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