Being a parent comes with it moments, especially when you have a teen who lapses momentarily in sound judgement and thinks she is dumb like a fox. Don't kids realize parents always find out and the consequence is always greater than the moment of thrill? So while I have one child and her electronics on house arrest I found a very comical text yesterday she received, it goes like this: "hey jailbird! i've been doing some thinking about your predicament, and im going to mail you a copy of "escape from alcatraz" for inspiration"
Oh course I laughed; then went and hid all the nail files, shovels and rope. Then I uncovered my copy of Scholastic Grammar Lessons & Strategies to mail to the textor; who apparently missed the lessons on capitalization and punctuation way back in first grade.
Now to the thing that has me chewing on TUMS...buying a new vehicle.
While we were on vacation and the swagger wagon was huffing her way up Hwy 550 in Colorado (most gorgeous scenic drive ever!) towing the pop-up I told King Ralph I thought we should start putting our retirement plan into the works and purchase a truck. Then while we were cranking up the pop-up I decided we need to invest in an expandable travel trailer to make our lives easier. Never mind we are like magicians with that darn camper, in the snap of the fingers she is up and ready for company...it just got old every three days cranking her up and down. So today, again, we are out searching for the perfect quad cab truck. Buying vehicles makes my stomach hurt. I really thought when we started the search that I was feeling good about it, being that we have all our finances in order...nevertheless big ticket items make my stomach ache and my head hurt.
Here's to hoping the heat doesn't kill while walking the car lots before I overdose on TUMS and sign on the dotted line.