Zombie Apocalypse Back-Up Plan v6.6
Wanna know what the most terrifying thing about high school graduation is? When your son comes to you and tells you he wants to be an artsy-fartsy bum and live in his van. That would be great, but my son can't even drive. I'm asking him about college and he tells me he wants to go anywhere far, far away from here. No goals, just away. To party. Like they do on TV. *forehead smack* I love him, I want him to have his fun, but he has no job, no money, and apparently no common sense.
I pushed him to get through high school, so I know he has no real intentions of making college work at this point, so I am finished. I did my job. He survived to adulthood and he's out of high school. I did my part. The rest, luv, is up to you, but I'm sure since you know so much you'll figure it all out. Oh, but just one thing... I am not paying for anyone's cross country party unless it is MY OWN.
Without a doubt, reality is going to bite this kid in the ass HARD. God help us all.
Tomorrow I'm taking Mini over to my parents house, since he wants to visit. They decided last minute not to go to Texas. I didn't feel one way or another about it, but the day before yesterday my mother called me all grouchy and defensive about it. Huh? I told her it was fine. In fact, I had no idea anyone was planning to go to anywhere, much less Texas, until she called and informed me. Why would I suddenly start bitching when she changes her mind?
I swears. My family is mental. And I need a holiday. The Artic sounds lovely. I'll take a flight out and someone can pick me up in six months.