Friday, December 14, 2007

When Life Hands You Lemons, Throw Them At Somebody

Some days having a teenage girl in the house makes me want to shoot myself in the foot. With a bow and arrow.

And forget all those nice things I said about my ex. After my foot's gone, he's next.

I'm in a break in a poker tourney right now (and about to win it), so I'll be back later to elaborate further on this.


Blogger Toccata said...

Is it wrong that this post made me laugh out loud? I count myself lucky that my mother did not shoot me when I was a teen!!

10:45 PM  
Blogger Deb said...

No tc....quite alright. I laugh at it all...if I didn't, I'd cry.

It seems that my days off are cursed...they're all Friday the 13ths or something.

11:27 PM  
Blogger Allison said...

I was just thinking the same thing. I am quite happy to be alive after some of the stuff I did as a teen.

Hope the weekend picks up!

4:28 AM  
Blogger Barbara Bruederlin said...

It was so much simpler when I was a teen. I just didn't let my parents find out anything; they were happily deluded, I was happily free.

Well it worked at the time anyway.

7:09 AM  
Blogger Deb said...

Thanks Al. I need 3 weekends right about now.

Barb...that's a perfect description of how my teen years went. I try and
keep it all in perspective and, basically, I've come up with this:

The kids rule.

10:03 AM  

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