The one with the waggity tail…..

Monday is Tyler’s birthday. I will have a 15 year old boy living in my house. I am not prepared for this. I was totally okay with have a 14 year old boy because, well my very logical mind thought, “I could totally take him in an arm wrestling contest.” and 14 is young. That’s just fresh out of 13.

Now he’s going to be saying, “I’m 15.” and that my friends, scares the living crapola out of me. Why? Because at 15 my boyfriend was trying to … well, he’s was… *looking away*…

Mom…stop reading.

You too Kathy! only because I don’t want you to share the story of how you walked in on us during half time of the Superbowl! That is a very private story. No one needs to hear how I deserted my boyfriend on the couch with his pants low around the hips as I rushed out the back door in your bathrobe. THAT story stays between us. I still regret turning off “What Ever Happened To Baby Jane” so I can go smoke some and bump uglies on your floor. It was wrong…and for that, I am sorry. Stop laughing.

Now with that said, I am going to go hurl the box of Cheez-it’s I just ate.

You would think at age 15 he would be asking for the world. Not Tyler. He wants a dog to call his own. That’s it. A dog.

AND I’M GOING TO GET HIM ONE!

Because our house is so big and we don’t have enough people here, we are going to go get a dog for the boy. Oh what have I gotten myself into?

At least he didn’t ask for a bong and a quiet house for the Superbowl.