But is He dusting under the refrigerator? (We had to pay weekend service rates yesterday, to a nice fellow named Frank, in order to restore chillingness.)
Inert is taking chemistry this semester, as it happens, but I hear he’s not doing that well at it. This might be due to the distraction of computer games, Nintendo, and his phone, but he insists he doesn’t have a moment to spare ...
Oh, well, I was a pain in the *** teenager, too, 30 years ago.
I could tutor him if you like. Once he learns how to make gunpowder, thermite, and nitroglycerin, he will be off and running, I can assure you. That’s what got me started, and look at me now.
Somehow, pain in the *** teenagers who are currently your age, are now having pain in the *** teenagers who are exponentially more painful than we ever thought of being in our own pain in the *** days.
In my family, we were too respectful to be TOO “typical teenagerish.”
PS: I’m home. The boids are fine. There is a BBQ today at the ramada by the office, but I doubt if I will go.
I learned I may become a GGMa again in June, but if it’s anything like the last one, I will consider it a “non-issue.” Not going to get excited about a baby I will never get to see.