Last night I was lounging on the couch with my laptop happily surfing the net.

I did my usual routine. I went to my usual haunts in my usual haphazard way.

I started out by visiting my member online publications to get my politics fix. Then from there I just followed the links.

This portion of my surfing leads me down a chaotic path. One minute I’m reading a heady article posted in the New Yorker, the next minute I’m reading a looong and gossipy article in Vanity Fair. From there I may visit a tabloidish site or two, to do "research" on something or someone that popped into my head while reading the VF article.

I navigate the net pretty much the same way I navigate my life. I’m all over the place.

Anyway, I was happy as a clam doing my thing without interruption.

Then.....

In my cyber travels, I someway, somewhere, somehow ended up on a page with a video link titled; Masturbating Monkey.

Now I’m as curious as the next person, so I went ahead and clicked on it.

Now here I am, a 54 year old woman, a mother of three, stretched out on the coach watching a very animated video of a monkey masturbating. I don’t recall what the sound track was accompanying this lovely video, but I do recall that it was LOUD and very catchy.

So catchy, in fact, that it caught the attention of my 15 year old son who unbeknownst to me had entered the room. As he crossed the room toward me, he said “What are you watching Mom?" and peered over my shoulder at the computer screen.

Not only am I not fast on my feet in clutch situations, I’m also not fast with my fingers. I had less than a nano second to close the masturbating monkey window before he saw it. Needless to say, I failed.

So here I was. Totally busted.

We both laughed awkwardly as I feebly tried to explain away my embarrassing predicament.

For lack of a better excuse, I explained that I was on “my OS site” and one of the bloggers’ posted a humorous piece that included the monkey pleasuring himself…and I……….blah, blah, blah…..blah blah...blah.

I honestly don’t remember what else I said…I was too consumed with embarrassment.

I promptly sent him off to bed and sheepishly signed off the computer for the night.

I’m sure there is a lesson to be learned from this, but I’ll be damned if I know what it is.

Yikes.