Mom laments her butt yet again

So, yesterday, I told you about Mom and Connie having one of their lil coffee chitchats. Well, it was time 4 the ritualistic washing of the coffee mugs, so Mom hauled her Patterbutt 2 the sink and Connie followed. I peeked in the kitchen and saw that Mom and Connie were both having really bad arse days. And the camera Mike has been referring 2 l8ly? I cd swear if we had one, it wd B strategically placed @ worm's-eye view 2 maximize these gluteii. I was thinking, "Uh-oh. This is going 2 B a set-up 4 a joke abt how expansive these tushes R." I kinda settled in, leaning against a wall where I wasn't in their line of site but cd catch their convo. Naturally, I M sorry I did.

Connie was all, "I think it wd B gr8 2 B in our 30s rite now, El. Ppl R so much more open-minded. Nowadays, the guyz seem 2 pitch in more. They'll carry the kids, get the groceries, do the laundry--and it's perfectly OK! When we were young, we were expected 2 hold down a job and do all the housework. The whole thing was on OUR shoulders!" Seriously? In the 80s? Does Connie know how old she is? NEway, Mom was all, "Hmmm." Then she put aside the mug she had just dried, put a hand next 2 each giant hip, as if she was checking on the guns in her invisible holster, and sed, "MayB that's Y we're shaped like this." Connie laffed, even tho it wasn't funny.

Here's a clue, Mom. Regular exercise and sensible eating. Consistently. Look in2 it.

Apes

Edit: And yeah, it's my birthday. I'm 17, yo! 'Course that means I have more than a yr B4 I M outta here 4 uni.