Rain Drop. Drop Top.

The boys purchased their sisters’old iPhones.  They are using them more as iPods or tablets and will not yet have phone service on them.  They also knew that they were NOT allowed to have ANY social media.

This isn´t my first rodeo, Friends.

On day ONE, I kid you not, I was informed that Little Dude already had an Instagram account.  For the love.

Me:  Dude!

LD:  What?!

Me:  Instagram!  That´s no bueno!

LD:  Daisy Mae MADE me get one.

So, I had him delete the app, but in my old person gooberishness, forgot that his account would still be out there floating around in cyber space.

Sister Meagan:  So.  You let LD have an instagram account.  Have you seen it yet?

Friends.  This was no good.  He had his full name on the account.  First, middle, and last.

And his bio?

Rain drop.  Drop top.  All I do is eat nonstop.  (peace sign emoji)

I can´t.

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The other day, I was forced to kill time in a store with Handsome Dude.  Out of nowhere, he stops and glares at me.

HD:  So.  When are you going to help me take care of THIS?

He is pointing to his face.

Me:  What?

HD:  This.  These problems.  I don´t know what it is called.  But it is a problem.

Me:  Acne?

HD:  I don´t know.  But I am not sharing face stuff with the GIRLS.

He had not one zit.  But I happily bought him supplies.

HD:  Also, Mom.  I hate the shampoo you make me use.  It makes my hair flap when I run.

?

HD: I need you to buy me MAN shampoo.

So, I bought him Suave for Men 2 in 1.  And I surely hope his hair does not flap and his non-existent acne clears up soon.

A few days later, Little Dude comes out of the shower.  He is dripping wet because, although he is 5´3¨ and 11 years old, he has no idea how to properly use a towel.

LD:  Mom!  I think I have athlete´s foot.

His feet are a strange bluish color.  I think about things and realize he has been working outside with his Pa lately in his blue Nikes (and not the work boots we lovingly provided for him).

Me:  Well, did you wash your feet with soap?

LD:  Why would I do that?

Me:  I will not care one bit about your ¨athlete´s foot¨ until you actually use soap on your feet.  Do you even wash your hair?

LD:  I do now that you bought that manly shampoo.

Excellent.

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Daisy Mae got her driver´s license.  I received the good news while I was in Disneyland.  I did not get my photo of her posing outside the DMV with her new license because I was not there.  She is loving her new freedom.

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I just got back from a Gal Pal Trip and it was amazing.  We went to Disneyland, and we rocked our Disney adventure.  We timed everything out perfectly and the longest we had to wait in line was 25 minutes.  We totally played the ¨old people¨ card and spent hottest part of the day watching an Abe Lincoln statue talk and riding on a train that toured the park.

And we loved it. We commented on how great our attitudes were and the fact that no one got fussy or felt the need to throw a fit.  Lovely.

We got Starbucks with Mickey Mouse heads on the cups.

My Mom:  What did you order, Doodle-fin?

Yes.  My nickname is, in fact, Doodle-fin.

Stranger:  Excuse me?  Did you just call her, ¨Doodle Fin?¨

Not awkward at all.

After the magical Disney adventure, we went and met one of my Aunts for lunch.

Hi, Aunt Candi!

(I do not think Aunt Candi reads my blog)

Then we picked up Aunt Dana for our trip to Palm Springs and Joshua Tree National Park.

Long time readers might remember Aunt Dana.  She used to be known as Auntie Datenut.  But I have no recollection as to why she was called that.  She used to read my blog.  I don´t think she does anymore.  She got good and sick of me, I suppose.

When we got to Joshua Tree, we stopped at the visitor´s center.  There were signs printed everywhere near water bottles that read:

¨DO NOT DIE TODAY.  DRINK PLENTY OF WATER.¨

I took a photo, but, alas.  My internet is being fussy and I cannot upload a single picture  for you today.  Such is life.

I certainly did not want to die, so I purchased one of their water bottles and thanked them for their sage advice.

Me to cashier:  So.  Do lots of people die out here?

Cashier, who I shall call Marge, because she was just a ¨Marge.¨:  Not MANY.  But it DOES HAPPEN.

She did not find me witty.

I drank water.  I saw some Joshua trees.  I did not die.  The end.

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I had a splendid time with Meagan, Mom, and Jess.  I loved visited Aunt Candi and Aunt Dana.  I was hoping to share some pictures with you, but the universe is against me tonight.

Maybe later.

Rain drop.  Drop top.  All I do is eat nonstop.

Peace.