Yep. “That” kind of mom.
I really hope I don’t look as trashy in real life as I often FEEL.
We went “camping” last weekend. I put camping in quotes because we drove approximately 15 minutes from our house to a swanky RV Resort. With a swanky pool and a SPA. No, not the hot tub, which they has as well. A SPA…as in mani’s & pedi’s.
We had a GREAT time. Just hanging out with some good friends.
Dave even got us matching shirts & hats to celebrate our trip..
But the magic happened on the 2nd day… when my confidence was at its high.
Dude. I work out. I’m like fit in stuff. ISH. (I like to add ‘ish’ to the end of words in order to make them apply better.)
You play basketball…ya, well I can too.
You play football….ya, well ME TOO.
You can ride a RIP STIK…. Uh, duh….MEEE TOOOOO.
This little evil board of death only has 2, that’s right,
T-W-O WHEELS. And it’s all TWISTY in the center.
Do you really think that stopped me?
The crash was spectacular.
Some day I will learn to act my age.
Which also means some day I will accept my 30-something-ish age.
It’s possible when that day comes upon me, I will be able to lay on my right side again.
Oh, that will be fantastic!