Well, today my daughter discovered the joy of hickies. .No more passing my own marks off as “mimi’s clumsy and gets a lot of bruises” I guess!
The dawning realization of ‘crap this is dark…. and high…. and it’s the summer…..’ was priceless.
Her boyfriend wore a purple bow-tie to their date. Adorakable.
She really did go quite epic for her first hickey.
And you really did get away with a lot of “clumsiness” for many a year. Clumsiness in really interesting places and configurations, too.
In which we introduce kiddo to Supernatural and she summarizes the entire series in the first ten minutes
- TGC: Oh he's pretty
- TGC: Oh he's pretty too
- TGC: BROTHER CONFLICT
— Del, spreading peanut butter directly onto a banana.
— Me, living in an interesting house
Delcat: I am jittery with punk and passion, sister! I ache to make waves in the night!
Delcat: Also I’m not wearing any pants.
Megan: Sorry. I fell asleep on the floor.
Delcat: I suspect we are at opposite ends of an emotional spectrum.