2005-08-30 @ 10:03 p.m.
My forty-nine-year-old mother has officially become a teenager again.
If I'm not hearing her talking about girls my age behind their backs, she's complaining about her weight.
I swear, if I have to hear one more word about my cousin's wedding video and the "short, little, fat blob" that is my mom, I will honeslty shoot myself in the face.
In the face.
-Jenine
