I just dropped my 14, nearly 15, year old son off at a bar so he can listen to his friend's band on "Loud and Local Wednesday."
The deal is he has to be standing on the sidewalk at 1:00 a.m. so I can pick him up.
If these ingrates don't grow up and say, "My mom was awesome..." I'll kill 'em.
For those of you who have spent time in BG, here's something for old time's sake:
On the bright side, both my husband and I have spent many hours in the same place, and we've grown up OK....kinda sorta....