We are so dead

I need to get one of those handy (and stylish!) belt attachment things for my iPhone, or maybe just keep a Post-it note stuck to my pant leg, so that I can faithfully reproduce herein the outrageous emanations spilling daily out of Bugglegirl's mouth. Considering that I am now middle aged, I find myself forgetting much, in particular those things that I vow, in the moment, to commit to memory and thus foolishly fail to write down.

What I'm getting at is that, last week, Bugglegirl combined the words frickin' booby in a sentence and, because I'm such a booby, I can't frickin' remember exactly what she said. I do recall the following:

1) Her blatant denial of having done so, insisting that she'd said freaky something (again, the memory fails).
2) My blatant denial of having inadvertently laughed at her doing so, insisting that I was only smiling on the outside because Buggleboy was doing something funny.