motherly fantasies

Im homesick.
Who thought a bunch of gujju boys who can make 'pau bhaji' like an MDH advertisement would make me think of mommy??
EVEN better who thought that hot (according to everyone else) italian boy would make me wish for mommy when at night he brought a chocolate and coffee to me at my 'work station'....
sigh the ironies of the world-what was once fantasy is now motherly!
I gotta insure my ass like J.Lo....or castrate the boy!
Smellin the greeeeen!
peace out!