Lost for words...

First off, I am almost embarassed to admit that I am actually loving Miley Cyrus on Good Morning America. And I may or may not have just downloaded the song she is singing. Not a fan of ole Billy Ray though....nothing compares to his infamous "don't break my heart, my achey breaky heart."

Lord, please bless my soul.

Secondly, I just logged on to facebook and notice that my mother has taken the "if you were a stripper what would your stage name be" quiz. Want to know the answer?

Candy!

And this is what is said about "Candy" -

You would be the nicest stripper in the entire club! You're sweet, compassionate, very polite and damn good dancer too! All the girls will envy you because you have the looks, the moves and the personality. Your stripper anthem: "The reason - Hoobastank".

Shocking right? Now my mom can do a mean hula-hoop on the Wii-Fit. But now I'm starting to understand why. She has a hidden talent, and it's apparently yummy. If I had inherited that Candy hip action I would be a millionaire by now.

That's right, my mom is scrumptious. Not sure if I should be disturbed, mortified, or humored. Maybe all of the above. Maybe I'm actually throwing up in the bathroom at the moment imagining this.

"Candy", I know you are reading this post...and I know paybacks are hell. But you will never live this down! I love you!

{I've jumped on the Tweet Train...follow me around, I'll follow you around, and then we can all just run around in circles!}