R E S PE C T....

ok I have a bazillion things to write about, the grape gondolas, being a semi empty nester, the new school year, but right now I just want to wring that teenager's thick neck. I received the THREATNING letter from Mt. San Antonio College. No, he isn't residing there, but way back in July when I was the parent piranah and plague ridden, the teenager went to Junior Olympic water polo games with the UOP 18 & under team. In an effort to be accomodating, I lent my beloved momstew Honda to the teenager and his curly topped fellow player to drive to Pomona and use at JO's while the Mister and I came separately and definitely made every effort not to spread our leprosy and plague-ridden- really old and dinosaur presence known to the teenager and any cool people that might be in his immediate environment. Phew! Well, upon its return home, my beloved Honda was filthy and full of garbage and icky and smelled of the absolutely fabulous hookah pipe belonging to said curly haired friend. Breathing deeply, I did ask the teenager to clean out the interior and was there anything else I needed to know. Nope, trip was good, etc. Wrong red rider, license plate was bent, paint divot was out of the bumper, and today the threatning letter from Mt. San Antonio College. Yep, they received a parking ticket because the curly haired wonder and my teenager chose not to park in the designated areas. With fines it will be $86. I read the teenager the riot act. He assured me that the curly haired friend was supposed to take care of it, and so no reason to inform me. I talked responsibility and respect for others, especially your plague and leprosy ridden parents that are trying very hard to give you lots of privileges and space. I was met with, "Stop being so melodramatic."

I want to wring his neck.