Be careful what you wish for. . . one astute reader commented as I bemoaned my new-found "boring" existence and - ergo - my daughters' lack of bad behavior in my last post. (Yes, yes, I know. . . two negatives make a positive. . . therefore a "lack" of "bad" behavior must mean "good" behavior. . . but don't you see??? Good behavior translates to B-O-R-I-N-G in bloggese. . .)Where had the good old days gone? I wondered to myself. The days of bold-faced lying, curfew infractions, and brushes with the law???? You know. . . the kind of stuff that made me who I am today. . . A Mom on Spin!
Well, I'm here now to ask you. Does a black eye count?
'Cause Ponzi has one. All signs point to the elbow in the eye she got while doing God-knows-what in the center of the "mosh" pit of the concert she went to on Thursday night. But, although it looks pretty nasty, the overall "wow" effect of a big old shiner on a beautiful teenager is less than life-altering - for she is proudly sporting it as a badge of courage after all.
No, my friends, this little blip on the radar screen is clearly not enough to get my life back spinning again.
I promise to get back to you the minute something more exciting happens. . . .
