I guess I should have already known, but I just had a big realization that I am no longer--cool.
For a long time, the missionaries coming to my house for haircuts have just been that-missionaries getting free hair. But today, I actually said, "You kids.." Who says that? Only really old, dorky soccer moms such as myself. Now there are plenty of good things about being an old soccer mom. For instance, I am at one with all-yes, ALL-of our bodily fluids and functions. I can, in fact, fix a well balanced meal in very little time, just from what is currently stocked in my home. Though more is desired, I can actually survive on 2 hours of sleep. So what if I wore these clothes yesterday? I didn't get dressed until 5:30pm, so technically they are still clean...that's just a little spit-up..
No, young ELDERS, I don't know of much fun to be had unless it involves a park, some lunch and shade or water. But I CAN make up any rhyme or song that teaches some fun lesson about not picking your nose, but do pick up your clothes...
So cool? No, but fun, I am! Booyah!

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For some reason when I try to add David to my list, it won't let me, so here is his blog address. He really gave us a good scare and I am so relieved he is ok...I have proof on my camera from our campout this weekend, but it's gone missing. I guess you'll know when I find it!