She doesn't like the music I listen to anymore, (although purposely listening to Johnny Cash while doing the funky white girl dance at every available stop light probably doesn't help) thinks my clothes are boring and my movie choices are 're-re'. ( I finally figured out that re-re means really retarded... after two months of her calling me that on myspace.)
To be fair, I don't like most of her music (Jonas Brothers deserve a special place in hell), I think she is delusional with the skinny jeans and her movie choices.... one more cheesy teen movie and I will hang myself with her pink clip-on hair extensions.
I'm waiting for that glorious day when a light comes on in her beautiful blue eyes, proof she has figured out that while I may not be the smartest mommy in the world, I'm not totally 're-re'.
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