I think my daughters have PMS. They’re 5 and 7
No, really. I seriously think we are in full on hormonal crazy town around here. Why else would they be sobbing over “She said I’m mean! I am not mean Mom!” “Tell her to let me watch Handy Manny! I don’t want Big Time Rush!”
*Wailing and flailing*
Meanwhile I’m hiding out somewhere trying to devise an escape plan.
Seriously, how do people survive it when they reach teenager status? I am going to need a strait jacket and a ban on sharp objects. Criminey, who knew that it was so important to have a certain color of hair elastic? Not this chick. I have two brothers. I hunted and caught turtles. With my teeth.
Okay, shush. I’m exaggerating. About the teeth part. I did have pet turtles, salamanders, frogs, snakes…..
But seriously, I wore high tops and jeans and a pony tail. Cheap dollar store sunglasses with neon orange frames. I liked every color but pink, thank you very fucking much.
I will admit that I might have had a small issue with a crush on a certain boy band….*singing to myself* I think you know them.
Y’all better stop laughing at me! You know you were watching them too. Um, and I had no idea they went and tried to go R&B. Um…it’s painful to me. Donnie and Joey went and are amazeballs actors. Jon is gay, so making him sing to chicks is totally uncool. Danny is a music producer, and he can like, bench press cars. Someone needs to not do this shit to these dudes! I mean, I get it Jordan. You wanted an excuse to regrow your tail and have chicks yank it. But dude….there’s just no splainin’ away this pain:
Of course, now I have to deal with endless endless endless One Direction.
And I now cannot stop singing it! ~headdesk~
But it’s totally better than what I was listening to. Sorry NKOTB. So, so sorry.
….“and we partied all night to the best song ever…I know you know I know you’ll remember me”…….