*I feel bad. Since I’ve been M.I.A from my blog. And now that I’m doped up on cold meds. Now, is not the time to try to write anything. So, I’ll leave you with one of my adventures from a couple of years ago. Sorry if you follow me on FB and remember this. And I promise as soon as I can look down without snot dripping everywhere. I’ll share a new life adventure with you!
What happens when you finally find a gas station and their bathroom is “out of order”. Well, when you have a 7 year old who really has to pee. You don’t have time for all that. So, my husband drove around the building and had him piss on a tree. I think our grandparent license is getting revoked. But our book on “How to be ghetto”. Will hit bookstores next month. I’m also writing another book called ” How to get rid of your teenager”. Ya, you just drop them off at the curb of a busy international airport and hope they find their way. Really aiming for the parent of the year award with that one. And right now I really kind if wished I just pissed in the parking lot with my grandson. Because the coffee has kicked in ladies and gentleman. The bladder is gauging at full. But I will not mention that to Clark Griswold. Since we can’t deviate from our set schedule. Guess I will implement my “crossing the leg and not thinking about rushing water” plan.
Lost at 30 Found at 40 