Oh those teen years.

Teen.  Need I say more?

My 19 year old daughter Ashley is off to see a guy friend.  I am actually happy about this because for the past three days she has sulked and cried and begged me to tell her that everything was going to be fine and he still loved her and life would be perfect and....Holy crap, did I ever sound like that?  I hope not and I hope nothing happens between the two of them again.  The fight was ridiculous and mostly her fault.  When girls feel emotional they should never start texting their guy friends because what happens is they ALWAYS insert foot and it gets stuck until the emotional what-the-heck-ever is over.  My lovely daughter began to yell at her boyfriend because he didn't text her back fast enough and he failed to tell her his ex-girlfriend was over with her new boyfriend and when she said she missed him he didn't answer, but instead answered another text of hers.  Holy crud!  I just read this post and it seems a lot like some crazy soap opera on crack.  I can't wait until she's MUCH older.  I know, I know, that means I'll be much older, but what the heck, I think I'm o.k with that.  My buttocks, breasts, and once firm face can plunge south for all I care as long as the drama queen gets a new national past time and a peaceful calm invades my home filling me with the type of serenity I only dream about at the present time.