Conversations with My Mother

The conversations I have with my mother are often whack (yes, this is my new word compliments of Katie M.), and tonight's was the cream of the crop:

I was discussing how long it has been since this girl has, well, I'll just put it out there: kissed someone. It's been a drought of ::ahem:: we'll just say a few years.

And so, in said discussion, I said with a sigh, "I really need a date. And by date I mean a make-out session." My sister laughed, and one would think my mom gave a disapproving look. Rather, she said, "Let's see...we need to find someone."