sometimes i just want to scream Convention.
maybe she was right after all.
***
the little things surprise me, like how extremely girly i become when stuck in a car with a bug.
doubt the friend was very impressed with the whimpering wuss sitting beside him, feet up, rumpled tissues in hand and a plan-to-squish in mind.
urk.
in my defense…
actually, no, wait.
there is no defense.
*waves white flag*
***
i asserted authority today when i caught two kids scaling the alice smith fences.
let’s just say they won’t be hurdling any more fences any time soon.
twelve o’clock conversations:
t: there’s only one problem with you.
me: and what’s that.
t: you make us sit down when we eat. other than that, you’re good *nods head in approval*.
that’s a year six compliment if i ever saw one.
