The Trapper Keeper
Oh yes, another first day of school is about to begin in the morning. My Son is starting 8th grade. Crazyyyyy, right?
While we were school shopping today, I suggested that he get a trapper keeper. He looked at me funny. Then laughed. Then asked "what's a trapper keeper?'. What's a trapper keeper, Son?
You guys remember trapper keepers, don't cha? I mean, they were the most awesome thing you could have in your backpack (next to your first tampon and the phone number of the new boy that resembled Jake Ryan). The trapper keeper was radical, man!
The Bitches (Aka, your Friends)
I remember 8th grade. I think Jr High is far more painful for girls, then it is for boys. My Jr High years were HELL. I was picked on...by my own group of friends. Ugh, I wouldn't give anything to go back to those years. They called me butt nose, and flat ass, and flat chested (Aaahaa, look at my knockers now, bitches). I cried a lot. Boys broke my heart. I was a mess. So, really no different then now. Now I just hold a Jack Daniele's while I'm dealing with those things.
It makes me happy to hear that my Son is having fun in Jr High. Thank god. If I was dealing with a teenage girl right now, I would be bankrupt, and highly medicated (bless my Mother). I won't cry when he doesn't kiss me goodbye tomorrow. He already pulled that asshole move all last year. Sheeesh!
Look out 8th grade, EJ is in da house!