I became the mother of a freshman in high school. HOLY f**kING SHIT.

Also, she invited a boy over today. Seriously.

I'm plotting against her in a cute way, and I'm actually really excited. Have to wait till Sunday for the payoff though, and I'm not so good at the waiting thing.

Once upon a time...

I told this guy at work, Daniel, that I write gay romance and that I think he's adorable and I'd love to write him someday. He told me he writes poetry. I gave him the link to my site. He asked if I want to write him cause I think he's gay. Really...? And also, I can't tell you the amount of sad boys there must be out there because you're not.

But seriously, it's ridiculous the amount of adorable this kid has.

Once upon a time...

Somebody didn't pick up their baby shower cake and we ate it at work. Congratulations! It's a boy!

Once upon a time...

A random kid who was a box boy a lifetime ago in my store came in and recognized me immediately and came over to hug me while I had no idea who he was, until he told me.

Once upon a time...

My kid won The Principal's Award for taking over the part of The Witch and being amazing. Not amazing enough to remember to tell us that was going to happen so we could be there and clap for him.

Once upon a time...

I took my blood pressure on one of those little machines outside the pharmacy and it wasn't so great. Maybe it was because I was at work. Maybe not.

Once upon a time...

Crazy, drunk chick at work freaked out because she saw two guys outside kissing. I asked her if she wanted to trade checkstands. Inappropriate guy walked around trying to rally people to support his position that her freaking out is discrimination. It's not. It's not cool, not nice, not necessary, but also not discrimination. PS. Crazy, drunk chick... you suck at life. Not surprising.

Once upon a time...

I smuggled celebratory type things into the house two nights in a row.

Once upon a time...

I went to bed. Good night.