Not! We've gone from spring to summer in 24 hours. Hazy, hot and humid...sweaty, sweatier and sweatiest. I win the prize. The dogs had a swim...smelly, smellier and smelliest. They win. I hope! What of it's me? Oh don't worry, the kids will be home soon...they'll tell me. One thing about teenagers, they tell it like it is!
just a few...
"mom! the dogs smell"
"what are you cooking? it smells gross!"
"mom, dad, please don't embarrass us"
"dad...I hate to tell you but your jokes aren't funny. So stop. Really"
"mom, what is that lipstick color? it's just wrong."
"Dad...please don't come to my game after mountain biking. You're a mess."
That's just the tip of the iceberg! Funny how each one is all about them! Except for the lipstick...and Grace was right. It wasn't my color!
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