This, according to The Nice Kid, is a Skank Muffin. No lie. We were in TJMaxx the other day, in the check-out line, and this was hanging there for gullible checker-outers. That would be me.

I picked it up and showed TNK and said, "Cigars? Cigarettes? Tiparillos?" and she said, "Mom, put that down, it's a Skank Muffin." Luckily a friend of mine was passing by and backed me up but it came down to the same thing...TNK had no idea what I was talking about. Which was okay because...what the HELL is a Skank Muffin?

And when we got to bemoaning this, a lot of things like that came up.

My kids will never know that, the times it's erotic to have sex in gym socks? They can thank Linda Ronstadt. (Okay, I'll grant you this one is pretty much limited to the 25-and-under crowd but...there are times it works. Well.)

They don't know who the Breck girl was, or why they can thank her for swingy, shiny hair.

And then, a little while ago, they laughed when I said I used to have orange shag carpet in my bedroom. Because.....everyone knows...shag is a new thing! You have rakes and comb it and...that Mom. She's such a card and she can't remember ANYTHING!

They also don't have a clue why the stud in the movie, Cars, was NOT Lightening McQueen. God bless Doc Hudson...the most beautiful man ever put on this planet ;)