Phoebe is a mustached gem and I could stand to take a whiff of her catnip.
Remember the days when you would sit in the car with your mom and unknowingly serenade her with sex anthems? Just me?
Well, either way, congratulations to my parents on a job well done in the sheltering-your-daughter department. My mother was so secure in my blissful unawareness of what I was saying that she just let it happen.
Below are five songs I used to sing to my mother that I now understand. And it’s mortifying.