It happened on Mother’s Day.

“I’m going to see Fifty Shades!” Mom announced with great excitement while she, my father and I had lunch at Pellegrino’s.

“What…I mean…movie isn’t made…bad…blergh…” I stammered in response.

Dad might have thrown down his napkin in disgust at this point. He doesn’t know exactly what Fifty Shades entails; only that he’s disgusted.

Almost simultaneously, Dad and I both blurted “let’s talk about something else.”

I gave my attention to the antipasto.

When I got home, I googled. I realized that my mom and her friends are going to see “Fifty Shades the Musical” at the Scranton Cultural Center. Honestly, I forgot it existed.

Via DailyMail

Starting tomorrow night, I’ll be avoiding Mom’s calls for three days. At least.

I don’t want to talk about Fifty, Mom!

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