The ugly...terrifying...inevitable descent into the Uncool status.

I thought I had a few more years to go until I became my Mom, I mean my IPhone is the 6 plus. I buy Miss Me jeans. I have a Facebook, Instagram, and I Blog, I even do face time calls.

 But, as with my own mother....it all starts.... with a song lyric.


Year: We'll say the 80's
Song: "Jessie's Girl"
Artist: Rick Springfield
My mom: "....I'll play along with the parade"
Me: "......I'll play along with this charade!!!!!"
My mom: ".....I'll play along with this charade"

Year: Present Day
Song: "Blank Space"
Artist: Taylor Swift
Me: "....Got a long list of Starbucks lovers"
Tween: ".....Got a long list of ex-lovers God, Mom."
Me: "...."Got a long list of Starbucks lovers...heehee"

Year: Present Day
Song: "Jealous"
Artist: Nick Jonas
Me: "...I turn my cheap music up And I’m puffing my chest I’m getting ready red in the face You can call me obsessed"
Tween: "CHIN MUSIC UP!!!!"
Me"...fine, chin music up, but my way sounds better"

Year: Present Day
Song: "Take Me To Church"
Artist: HOZIER
Me: "...Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shine of your life I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife"
Tween: "Oh My GOD!!! I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies!!!!
Me: "...Sooooo not listening to the radio with you anymore.."


 Lame, party of one.

And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse....

She turns up the radio.