Forget You

Was minding my own business a few days ago, happily googling "leopard print nail designs" and listening to Jersey Boys on repeat when my phone buzzed with an interruption. It was an email from my mom.

"Am I allowed to go to this? I LOVE HIM!"

Lord in heaven. What did I do to deserve this nonsense?

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my mother LOVES Cee-Lo. She doesn't seem to care that he looks like a large overgrown fetus. She got a new phone a few weeks ago and demanded I set her ringtone to his irritating hit "Fuck You", and I shit you not, DANCES WILDLY (no matter where she is) when her phone rings. This from a woman who once tossed my phone across the kitchen when the text message noise beeped too loudly.

What's a gal to do? Well, I promptly wrote back. Here was my response: "You may not go to this. Also, I will now publicly shame you on the internet."

Thought you all might find that entertaining :) and speaking of entertaining, hope you all have a LOVELY Memorial Day weekend! I will be filling mine with sun, fun, and the GLEE LIVE CONCERT. Talk about dancing wildly!