Just call me Tipper

I am by no means a prude. I personally have been dropping the "f" bomb since middle school AND I bought the "explicit lyrics" version of Justin Timberlake's "I'm bringing sexy back" when given the option on iTunes. I? Am hip like that. Cutting edge, yo.

So while I may have felt a little niggling of doubt when my daughter was singing, loudly...

"I'm talking about everybody getting crunk (crunk), Boys try to touch my junk (junk), Gotta slap him if he gets too drunk (drunk),"

I didn't freak out. And also? I know all the words too.

"The dudes are lining up 'cause they hear we got swagger. But we kick 'em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger."

What can I say? The tune? Is catchy. Plus? Carlie is 11. She's not *really* brushing her teeth with a bottle of Jack. It's just a song.



But yesterday, when Carlie began using an irritating nasally affect and was beseeching Dr. Dre to...

"Just blow a little bit of that smoke my way," because "We're now smoking with the best (the best),"

????

Um... yeah, no. Eminem? STAB.

UPDATE: So, yeah, I had this post all written and ready to post up in the morning, because I didn't want to steal the limelight from Rex Smith too soon. So as you read this, know that I am not in the hospital fretting over Eminem song lyrics. I am in the hospital, though, fretting over my own stupidity. I have had an upset stomach x two days now, and assumed that I was catching the stomach bug that is probably not food poisoning after all. But when I called in with my symptoms, I was told I needed to spend the night in the hospital. I swear, I heard the CHA CHING sound when the doctor's office informed me of this. Their CHA CHING, not my CHA CHING. I am having whatever is the opposite of a CHA CHING. Because? Hospital Bills. And Deductibles. Yeah. Awesome. Oh, and new job. Yeah, I am sure they are LOVING me long time right about now. And just the general overall ick of being in the hospital. Again.

It will certainly end up being much ado about nothing, but if you need me, I'll be back at the hospital. Again. Seriously. As soon as Tim gets home from work, to drive me. Because I don't know where to park for an overnight at the hospital. Lamesauce.