Saturday, May 30, 2009

I Really Should Be Teaching A Class

Way To Embarrass You Teenager Number 458:

1. Put Kelly Clarkson's latest song, I Do Not Hookup, on your itunes and play it on the computer.

2. Turn up the volume.

3. Dance around the house with the teenager's small siblings, singing at the top of your lungs (off-key is preferable).

4. DO NOT STOP, even when the teen emerges from her room, on the phone with a friend (boyfriend or girlfriend nets extra humiliation points).

5. Loudly sing "Hello, Hello (Insert friends name here)" as you dance close to the teen and phone.

6. Later, when you are being berated by the teen, kindly point out that at least it wasn't "My Humps" and that if the teen continues to be upset, that will be next on the playlist. While the friends are visiting. You might also point out that brassieres might become optional items of clothing.

6 comments:

Marni's Organized Mess said...

You are awesome. Thank you for your dear advice. I can't wait to get here!

Amy said...

Argh, I may have accidentally flagged this post as having objectional content. This was not intentional, as I thought this post was freaking hilarious. I'm using google reader on my blackberry and it tricked me! Sorry about that!

Raven said...

YES!

jennyonthespot said...

Hahahaha!!!

David Dust said...

BEST.MOM.EVER.

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

mah-meeee said...

LOL!!!

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