Thelma and Lousie? Hardly.

While Lorraine was here, Emmy was checking up on me to make sure we were behaving.  Well I guess we were.  So I am going to make some confessions here, and link up with Mamarazzi.  Nothing juicy here.  We didn't go all Thelma and Louise.  If we did, I wouldn't be here typing this blog.  You know, cause I would have driven off the cliff.  I guess that makes me Thelma cause I'm the tall one.  She's Louise.  I confess...I just derailed myself.  haha.

I confess....

If we had passports it would have been so much fun and all too easy to go to Tijuana that day.  It's super easy to get in.  It's coming back that's hard.  I guess we don't don't look white enough.

I confess....

I read blogs during the college orientation.  At least I did until my phone died.  What?  It wasn't for my kid?  We also passed notes.  I am surprised we didn't start playing hangman.  Or tic tac toe.  They separated the parents from the kids first thing.  Her daughter texted her right away.  This would be me and Kristin.  I did actually learn things that day.

I confess...

I missed a golden opportunity to share a proud mommy yesterday.  I totally forgot to share Ryan's entomology lesson.  Out of the blue he asked me if I had ever been bitten by a boob bug.  Yes.  A boob bug.  I asked him if they bit boobs.  Nope.  They bite butts.  Kristin asked him what they looked like.  They look like a bee, but are all black with sharp teeth.  And we later learned they only bite girls.  So ladies, beware of the dreaded boob bugs.  Why is it always Ryan?  Lorraine was dying at this point.  I think Ryan showed her the best time.

I confess...

I honestly thought we all put sunscreen on.  Sunscreen is so important.  Lorraine wanted some California freckles from the beach.

Welll....she got much more than she bargained for....

The picture doesn't do it justice.  It was bad.

I confess...

we went to old town and caused a little bit of trouble.  Not a lot.

We touched.  She got busted.  In her defense, the guy was a total OCD over the top anal retentive cranky old man.  Kristin called me to ask something or other, and I was telling her about the old man.  I had not read the sign carefully and made a comment about how do you buy anything if you can not touch.  I read it after.  The old man followed us all over the store.  Literally.

I am not  a drinker...in fact I can honestly say I hate the stuff, but this sign made me chuckle.

I confess...

I may or may not have had a major minor temper outburst at the grocery store when my bank failed me yet again.  I may or may not have shouted that my bank was retarded three or four times at top volume.  You know your friends are your best friends when they tell you that wasn't a fit that it was a minor thing considering the circumstances.  Seriously was the third time in about a week my bank has screwed things up for me.

I confess...

We laughed a lot during the week.  Tears of laughter were shed.  Howls and hoot sounds were made.  Chocolate was consumed.  We stayed out of trouble...mostly.  The police were never called so it is all good right?  She will be back in August for another orientation, but I am thinking I won't see her for that one...I might have to arrange a meeting.  She can't be on this coast and not see me.  haha.

What's on your conscience this week?