Lordy!

This weekend started out w/ a bang. I drank way too much vodka at Miss Manda's house, which was in itself fun. I also got to experience the frustration and embarrassment of a 11 year-old girl. She was so petrified of "boys" that she wouldn't come anywhere near J and I. I felt bad, but it was also really funny. She was handing out gifts for the ornament exchange and she went out of her way to stay on the opposite side of the room from us. At one point I gestured for her to come over and she just put her head down and scuttled out of the room.

I do and I don't miss those days -- the awkward 'tween years. Being so afraid of the boys, being awkward, having arms and legs too long for my body. I think the pre-teens are mother nature's way of toughening us up. Some of us got through it ok, but some ended up scarred for life. Not I. I was a rock (hehehe yeah right).

But the look on that girl's face, classic. She was so afraid of me. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"I wanna go ouuuuuuuut tonight!"

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