First things first...
Thanks so much for taking the time to leave your snarky little comment the other day. Hope you didn't over-exert yourself too much attempting to spell such big words AND type them at the same time. Kind of takes the sting out of calling someone a Dumba$$ if you yourself can't SPELL the word correctly, doesn't it?
You DO realize that not leaving your name & email address in the comments doesn't really make you "anonymous" right? You still show up in the stats...
And now that THAT's out of the way...
This was Darling Daughter's last week of school. Junior year is over. She thinks she's officially a high school Senior now. I keep telling her she's not a Senior until school begins in August, but she's not listening to me.
How do you think she celebrated her last week of classes?
1. By taking a Chemistry exam...with an index card crammed with every fact she could possibly squeeze onto a 3 x 5 space in microscopic writing. (Not cheating...it was allowed!)
2. By running her dad's truck into our mail box, removing the mail box from it's post and dragging it down the driveway...and leaving the truck bed with a humongous gouge down the side.
3. By placing 500 locks onto 500 lockers for NEXT school year, logging in the serial numbers and combinations as she went along.
4. By sitting on the wrong side of a championship little league ball game and yelling for the other team so loudly that a PREACHER'S WIFE turned around and told her to shut up.
5. By dancing around Bed Bath & Beyond holding a pair of Booty Pops underpants, singing Kesha's "Wake up in the morning feelin' like P Diddy, Got my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city..." while her brothers laughed so hard they fell in the floor. And her mother hid among the lawn furniture.
6. By hanging out my car window taking pictures with her cell phone of a reeeaaaallly nasty, old brown van with the logo "Rub It In...Mobile Massage Therapy" driven by two guys who strongly resemble Larry the Cable guy with facial hair. Ugh!
7. All of the above.
School is over. My children are home. (Well, most of them, anyway.) The days are long and sunny. The evenings are humid and rainy. Pool. Shorts. Ribs and burgers the grill. No bedtime. Music, lots of music. Sweet strawberries from the farmer's market. Friends. Tans. And THE BEACH!!
Summer! Bring it on!