And These Are The Days of Our Lives...

Today was my first day of NOT taking the girls to school. Mary Margaret drove them to school. I was and still am a ball of wadded up nerves.

What did I do to make myself feel better?

I stalked them all the way to school and took their picture in the parking lot. I am that much of a stalker.

Today is Taylor's first day of High School. 9th grade. She is extremely nervous. Mary Margaret's first day of 10th grade.

Last night Tim was in rare form. (I secretly think he was nervous for the girls, that's the only explanation for the way he behaved)

I called to see if he wanted to ride home with me after I picked Mary Margaret up from work. He said he needed to stay in town, he wasn't finished with his work. I told him I was picking up Chinese and he was asking a million questions about where I was at.

We get home, get the junk out of the truck, all 3 of us walk up to the tiny front porch, I get my house key ready....and this wild man runs from behind the house screaming like a bear on crack, waving his arms. I ran to the end of the porch with no railing...I could have broken my neck falling, Taylor ran down the steps and to the middle of the yard screaming..."no no no no" Mary Margaret was standing sandwiched between the screen door and house door crying that she had peed in her pants. Tim said it looked like I was running place screaming at the top of my lungs. I think we woke up Dianne and Clayton's roosters and maybe all of Parkin, Arkansas which is about 15 miles down the road. Tim. Is. Not. Funny.

He had been at home the whole time waiting outside in the mosquitoes for 20 minutes just to scare us, which I assume was the reason for all the questioning.

His pay back? Mary Margaret came to me wanting to talk about her "monthly"...I told her Tim said that the next time she wanted to do that, he wanted to hear everything.

So she did.