Mom: "I want to go honky-tonkin' on New Year's Eve. Where can we go?"
Me: "Um, what?"
Mom: "Honky-tonkin! Dancing with men! New Year's Eve!"
Me: "Well, I know of a club that's supposed to have a pretty good band. Should we go?"
Mom: "Is that honky-tonkin'?"
Me: "No, it's just going to a bar with a band."
Mom: "What do we wear?"
Me: "Something slinky. And a push-up bra."
Mom: "No, no. You'll just get upset."
Me: "Why would I get upset?"
Mom: "Because if we go out together, all the men will dance with me and ignore you. Then you'll be impossible to live with."
Me: "Mom, you are seventy-six years old."
Mom: "When you've got it, you've got it!"
Me: "And I don't got it?"
Mom: "Not like me. You'd cramp my style."