Monday, January 07, 2008

The Unbearable Lightness of Thirteen

Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," leaving seriously wounded daughters in the lurch since ... never.

My daughter The Spare is hale and hearty, never mind the dramatic message in yesterday's comments section.

Just remember how often you were in pain when you were 13, and you'll understand completely.


yellowdog granny said...

well, thank the Goddess..give this ole lady a heart attck...
Oh man, when Maryjo was that age she came to me and looked over my head at the wall and said'Mom, I think I'm blind..I can't see..'...I said:Maryjo,your going to school even if you're bleeding from your ears..You just haven't studied for your math test..go get dressed...
she stomped off to her room and got dresed for*

Anonymous said...

Sounds like the moanings and groanings I have to hear from my own 13 year oldoh round about every 29 days or so, specifically when she's asked to clean her room or wipe down the kitchen table or dare I mention clean the cat box.


Blessigns to you all

Mama Kelly

Aquila ka Hecate said...

Yup - I remember.

Terri in Joburg

buddydon said...

cungrats to the yung lady in questchun! jes startin her teenage years, witch that orta be lots more fun fer ye n mr j!

Raevyn said...

Aw poor kid.... yeah I can empathize and sympathize with the Spare.

If you can find Ponstan, trust me when I tell you she will thank you.