So, I hope when I'm my mom's age, I have as much fun as she does.
This weekend my mom and her friend hosted a party with a live band playing for like five hours. Signs were posted everywhere that said "What happens at Splash Bash stays at Splash Bash." The cops were called due to the band, even though they were playing in the middle of the day. It's probably because our neighbors hate Catholics. Pretty much everyone was intoxicated. I rode a motorcycle, and it changed my life. Jackie picked me out a boy who was marryable. He was the only boy close to my age there at all. He is so marryable that he is actually getting married soon...not to me. Good call, Jackie. Next time, pick me out a single one. I felt like I was married to him though, how we were playing with the kids together. I think I liked it. It's not happening right now, but it will happen for me someday. That was made evident. Too bad 34 is too old. That's a different story. I told my dad I was going to trade in my car for a motorcycle. Then he burst my bubble and asked me how that was going to go during winter. I've developed this nasty little habit of assuming anyone I'm attracted to is gay. That's almost as bad as my blushing whenever a cute boy pays me a compliment habit. If you get a chance, please pray for another woman that I sit with that had a stroke. :( The end.