scene: putting dishes into cabinets in new apartment...
Mom: Did I tell you I got the new Beyonce CD?
me: hmphfgheesl;kjf!!!! (that is how you spell the sound of the Mountain Dew that was in my mouth spewing out of my nose)
Mom: What?!
me: So does this mean you're now bootyliscious?! (major sarcastic tone implied)
Mom: As a matter of fact, I am bootyliscious.
me: So, really now. Is she the rep for your new fragrance?
Mom: yeah, that's how I got the CD. I told your sister that I had it and she asked me to mail it to her. I told her I was going to keep it and maybe I like Beyonce!
me: Do you?
Mom: Well, I put in the CD, listened to one song, and yeah, she can have it.
Never did I think I would be discussing Beyonce with my mother, the woman with the perpetual crush on Ricky Nelson and Josh Groban. Wonders never cease.
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