It's official..

I am now the mother of a TEENAGER!  Take that all you paranormal book characters - nothing could be as freaky as a brand-spankin'-new teenager. Dragons fear them, vampires shirk away, werewolves turn tail and run. I cast off my garlic necklace and hide behind my boy/man.

Happy 13th Birthday Josh!

Happy Van

This is called "Happy Van"

 Then this van is aptly named "Occasionally Unhappy Van"

I refuse to ride in "Occasionally Unhappy Van" any more. From now on I'm going to ride in the orange and white van that's full of sugary-sweet gumballs. No more riding in the red van full of bickering boys. It is incredibly difficult to discipline the back-row riders as they are picking on the middle-row riders and vice/versa. And if I can't ride in the happy van then I'm determined to buy a limo, put them all in the back and I'll sit up front with my husband driving, smiling as I push the button that raises the sound-proof dividing window.