I went to Meijer's this evening for some OJ, milk, red peppers, pretzels, frozen stuff, fattening stuff andshampoo when I spied a plant sale in their gardening area. Pincushion flowers, agastache, and creeping phlox in gallon containers for $2.54 each! Who could resist? So without knowing where I'd put them, I bought three of each. So that's my weekend chore.
LP's out on a date with a girl named Amy. I haven't heard about her so I asked some questions and got this:
She works at a local restaurant, her mother is an alcoholic so when her parents divorced she got to live with her Dad. They get along great, but her mother is pretty much out of the picture. She doesn't smoke. She doesn't drink or do drugs. She texts LP a lot. She's cute. She's nice.
They're double dating with one of LP's best friends and I told him, "Please do not have sex with this girl unless you wear a condom. We don't need little LPs running around when you're only 17 and don't know what you want to do with your life and don't even have a job."
"Mom, we're not going to have sex."
Famous last words.
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If all sex was planned there wouldn't be so many people in the world. It never hurts to be prepared.
Is LP going to be a Senior this coming Fall?
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