Today I helped chaperone the annual Cub Scout sledding trip at the local winter recreation area.
I drove twenty miles with six nine-year old boys and as a result, am no longer convinced that girls talk more than boys do. Oh, girls definitely squeal more than boys but boys are neck and neck with the female of the species when it comes to both volume and magnitude of speech.
My ears might recover in time to chaperone the trip next year but I cannot make any promises.
Aside from wanting to chew my own arm off in an attempt to escape the numerous fart jokes, poop jokes and odd belching contests during the drive; I enjoyed the trip. The other Scout moms are incredibly cool and we spent the majority of the time laughing and visiting over cocoa and Little Debbie oatmeal cream pies; those are my kind of women is what I’m saying.
And, even though I am still riding the sugar-free wagon and therefore could not partake of the
Which would have been bad since wrestling season starts in just a few weeks. Speaking of, guess who is in charge of the Pee-Wee program this year and didn’t even know it until the previous organizer breezed into the hardware store, dropped off the information folder and booked it out the door with a hurried you’llbegreatthanks,bye!?
Yep. Apparently, Hugh mentioned that we might be interested in taking a more active role in the association, which the old administration took to mean, “hey, let us do all the work”.
Forty-five little wrestlers between the ages of five and eleven,
And it’s all my responsibility to coordinate.
I mean, come on! Don’t I deserve a merit badge?