This post brought to you by the number 4.00AM and the letter undercaffeination; with special guest stars Rambling and Random.
Ahh, Texas summers in the early morning.
78° and 93% humidity.
You step outside the door and the air sort of oozes around you. It’s kind of like having your face breathed on by a hobo.
I got to work this morning and made the above comment and one of my coworkers was like “Ugh. No. No hobos. Coffee first.”
My daughter is going to be 16 in just over two weeks.
Where in the hell has the time gone? How did she get to be a junior in high school so quickly?1
Now our talks include things like “when can I get my driver’s license/a job/a car?”
All of which I answer (to paraphrase another blogger whose work I admire):
And not because I am a super-over-protective Mom anymore.
It’s because I care about all the other people on the road.
I love the Girl. She is a great kiddo, turning into an awesome young adult. She is caring, compassionate, brilliant, and funny as hell.
She is also easily distracted and somewhat unfocused. The idea of her piloting a 2000+ pound vehicle gives me the shrieking heebie-jeebies.
1– With the careful application of summer school, to make up for failing grades. School is not her favorite subject.
I also found out that Taco Bell has apparently partnered up with Captain Crunch Cereal (with dingleberries) to create a Frankendessert.
There are NO words to convey my general repulsion and yet horrified vague desire to ingest one, mostly to see if it as bad as it appears.
If I do, I’ll report back, toxicity endurance pending.