Conversation with Mom

Me: "I don't like how it gets dark this early. It's dark when I go to work and it's dark when I come home from work."
Mom: "I know. We should move."
Me: "How about to Alaska?"
Mom: "Nah, Grandma wouldn't want to go there."
Me: "Ok how about Las Vegas then?"
Mom: "Yeah, that'd work."
Me: "And dad could get a job doing security in a casino."
Mom: "And yeah, then you could get a job as a tarty waitress."
Me: "Well, they need med techs in Vegas too."
Mom: "Or you could be a tarty waitress."
Me: "True, I could make more in tips than as a med tech."
Mom: "Exactly."
Me: "But, I dunno if the D's will cut it."
Mom: "Sure they will, you just need a good bra that'll push em up and together."