Twinks, I can't turn away from a car crash ... I read that whole transcript. Fascinating. I couldn't help but hear Mr. Twinkle's part in his own voice. God bless that man. He has come so far from the days of the early 2000s when it comes to breaking away from the prefab person his parents intended for him to be. But the hooks are still there....
So how was Mothers Day brunch?
I got to spend the day at the track, along with - I swear to you - 50,000 other people. That's where J-Mama wanted to spend the day, so that is what we did. And normally I do enjoy the track, but not so much when it is a seething mass of humanity and we have to park 3/4 mile away from the only entrance that will take our tickets. Plus my sweet child the Bear is not fond of crowds, so in addition to navigating the sea of people I was also spending four hours managing the emotions of my overstimulated twelve-year-old.
Now I would like a day off, just for me.
I do have to give some props though: my sweet child Bits made me a card, got her brother to sign it, and gave it to me in his presence along with the earrings she made for me. Well done, my dear. I'm not giving up on training her brother, but I so appreciate that she understood the assignment in a way that her father did not.
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