A Taste of Things To Come

The Teenager has been at volleyball camp since Wednesday and I really miss her. She's having a great time, of course, mostly due to a visit from our family friend, who, it should be noted, has been torturing me with Facebook posts about taking my daughter for a tattoo. I'm relatively confident that my seventeen-year-old won't come home sporting an I Love My Mom tattoo, but, you never know about these crazy college kids.*

Speaking of college, as I mentioned in a previous post, The Teenager's camp is taking place at Hugh's old college. I'm getting a tad bit concerned about The Teenager getting used to the campus. I mean, we haven't even toured my old campus yet, and; I wouldn't want her to settle on a school she feels comfortable with before experiencing something better.

Not that I'm biased or anything.

Ok, maybe a little.

*And, if the child does come home inked for life, that tattoo had damn well BETTER say I Love My Mom.