i can’t wait.

The best part was that she wasn’t EVEN kidding.

in 2 or 3 hours or so, maybe even less, she’s gonna be a teenager. :)
happy trails, mon ami.

I’m crossing my fingers that she’ll be right as rain with only a sarcastic whip at her side.

LOL! it was a really a belly laugh. i look at my friends, peers and acquaintance that have kids and i remember what i was like and i am…lost for words.
i was a real brat but they had it coming. i suspect you are in a whole different game than my dad.
my dad was taking me home from the iowa state training school for boys and he stopped and got a six pack for us to share. he drank and drove. i drank and rode.
i tell that story with strange mix of emotions. i didn’t have the slightest idea what a bad message it was sending until i was about 45 years old or so. many years of therapy, etc.
on the plus side, he didn’t buy tall boys. :)

i remember telling that story to the shrink and he had to “gently” tell me my dad was wrong. i was puzzled. no shit.
my mom and dad were fighting a loozing battle with us boys and the substance/alcohol. they pretty much thought they were winning when we did it at home and weren’t out god knows where doing god knows what with god knows who. keggers and shit were at our house. anytime past 16 y.o. or so.

Ya.. I think my dad gave up fighting the alcohol-apocalypse as well after my parents split. At Christmas time his four kids would descend on his kingdom and take a reprieve from reality in his basement dungeon.

He seemed outwardly okay with it so long as we didn’t leave for more than beer runs. I think Xmas of ‘88 was the last time all us four were all in the same place.