My B.S. in Communications is a little BS

I think I’m in deep diddly doo do. I’ve started bustin’ rhymes, and not in a good way. I’m suddenly speaking in animated kid phraseology. How did this happen? Words like wowie kazowie and lover bugger just flow from my lips. Unforced, unknowingly and without embarrassment.

These are common speak of conversation, the lexicon on everyone’s lips, right?

Wrong—according to my husband. “Corny” was the exact descriptor he used.

Hmm, well I can only hope I don’t utter these on a client call, a chic lunch date, or some other non “such a Mom” event.

That said, I’m off like a prom dress. How’s that? Sassier? Adultish? Less Mom speak?

Who am I kidding? Later, alligator.

Proof of my wowie kazowie mispeak, as I spoke of the line at Small World (long live You Tube, short live my educated credibility).