Remember when I said I would never volunteer for anything again? Remember when I said you should smack me upside the head if I do? Ok, smack me. Now.
I don't know what happened. I took Natalie to the opening girl's PAL basketball clinic last night, and ten minutes into the thing, I'm signing a paper that says I will coach her team. And there I am, in platforms and a too-short shirt, running drills with the girls. And I'm pretty much clueless about this. So, if anyone would like to give me a crash course in girls basketball, please...help. The last thing I need is to give a 12 year old girl further cause to be embarassed by her mother. I mean, at this age I am an embarassment for just existing.
Please check out my aortal pick for this week, What Was I Thinking. Because you don't have to be a rocket scientist to blog, but sometimes you are.
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I didn't really watch all of the Oscars. Honestly, I've seen more Razzie winners than Oscar winners. But my observation just from seeing the pictures: Can these people not afford grooming accessories?
It's called a hairbrush, people. Look into it.