I know the countdown is in progress. I just wanted you to know that I am not sending off a man to the USMC...I am sending my baby boy! When other people look at you and exclaim, "oh he has grown into such a nice young man" I want you to know this is what I see:
The countdown is on. Only 5 more months (or less) for me to get used to this idea.
Love you to the moon and back,
Dear Young Man in the Souped-Up Mustang:
When you revved your engine, to get my attention, as we were driving down 30th Street this week, I was sure you were some smart-ass kid who wanted to act up. To my surprise you just wanted to point out that I had a "really" low back tire. Thank you for re-instating my faith in man-kind. After the flower thief episode this week I wasn't feeling so good about my fellow man! You are one of the good guys!! You will go far.
A Appreciative granny
Dear Basketball Coach:
Is it really necessary to start these camp practices at 6:30 a.m.?? That is so early for this old granny to get up and drive 30 miles (round-trip) and the teenage girl doesn't like getting up that early. I have made her a deal (or an ultimatum, call it what you may). For each day she misses in June, I am charging her $5.(That is my cost for camp) And taking her phone for 8 hours. Maybe she will be more apt to get up and get going!! What do you think?
A very Tired Granny