It doesn't look like this. |
The first night she had her license, she and Blonde Girl went to the good-bye party for the old elementary school. I watched them drive away and BG had the window down and her elbow sticking out! She thought she was very cool. I told them to drive there and where to park. "By ourselves" is what I heard. "Yes, it is just down the street."
Last night, we went to the movies and the girls drove down to the local pizza place and picked up a pizza. They also collected their movie from (still my favorite) Red Box. All within the confines of our neighborhood.
The next subject that I want to discuss if one you know I hate. Chickens! They are dissecting chickens in Miss B's biology class. The mass emails/phone calls went out to collect crock pots. I got out my old one for her.
"Mom, it is a whole chicken with all of it's parts and feathers. This crock pot won't work. I need you big, oval one." OMG. Are you kidding me?
My nice, beautiful crock pot holding a chicken with feathers! I protested and left the other one out. "Make it fit" was my only comment.
In the end, I was in the shower and she asked through the door if she could take the black crock pot.
"Go ahead, but you will be scrubbing it to death."
Ewww. I may be in the market for another crock pot.