I was giving Jennifer static over what she was wearing today, as we pulled into a Starbucks for coffee on the way to school.
BZ, she mumbled.
Didn't think anything of it, as we ordered our lattes (I know, bad mommy. We were late getting out of the house, so since the first-period teacher is tolerant of tardiness, we decided to hell with it and get coffee first) I commented that men, when caught making a mistake, seem to have a default reaction: pretend in fact, they didn't, or blame it on someone else.
She thought for a second and totally agreed.
"They are all bz's" she said.
"What does that mean."
"Bitches"
"So what exactly did you call me as we were driving up?"
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