My Nephew is a High School Graduate; My Daughter is an Honor Student and I Am Lazy
The Rebel Without a Pause made it through his graduation ceremony and the parties that followed. He is officially an adult member of polite society; fathers, lock up your daughters.
Before we left Petticoat Junction for the drive to Mayberry, we stopped at the post office to pick up the mail. In our box we found The Teenager’s end-of-quarter grades as well as a certificate declaring her a bona-fide member of the Honor Roll; proud much? Yes, yes indeed.
This morning, I had every intention of getting up early to run in a 5K benefitting the scholarship fund of a fallen soldier; you know what they say about good intentions, right?