There’s nothing to see here. We’ve spent the last 3 days celebrating the fact that I’m now officially the parent of a teenager. And by celebrating, I mean I’ve been dragging out the baby album and holding it to my bosom while I lay in the fetal position. Weeping. The celebration culminated with a trip to Disney Studios with dear friends and family, wherein now all I can think about is cutting off my own feet…
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Lastly, I would like to direct your attention to the most hilarious parenting accounting that I’ve ever read. Ever. Seriously. I lost my body weight in tears that flew from my eyes. There is one $2 curse word contained within, but it’s the same one that I heard Fiddledaddy mutter when he thought he lost Jensen today at Disney World. He didn’t. Jensen had simply hitched a ride in someone else’s stroller.
Happy Halloween. I’m dressing as a pitcher of pink Koolaid. Story to follow. If it ends well.