I no longer have minors and this blog is kind of gross

So let's talk about Hayley.....my youngest child that just turned 18 this week. The photo to the left is the one that cracks me up the most. We always said she looked like Uncle Fester.....we just needed the light bulb in her mouth.

Below is a shot of her being mean when I made her clean  up her old car to sell....the one that was totaled  three days later anyway (not Hayley's fault). Still same attitude as when she was a baby.....the bad kind. It is definitely the same look.

Because it is holiday time and her birthday, she has gotten money and has been shopping. She told me last week that she felt so good. She was wearing all new clothes. She had her nails done and used her new curling iron to have awesome curls in her hair. She said she felt so pretty that she hated to go to work. I told her the key is to work to get the things that make you feel good. As an adult, I don't work for clothes or acrylic nails, but I love my convertible. If you are going to work hard, you might as well have something that makes you feel good. Oh and my nice golf clubs.

So Tuesday was her birthday. I took Hayley along with her BF and BFF out to Texas Land and Cattle for dinner. Afterwards, her first act of grown up revenge was to go get her tongue pierced. She had mentioned it before and I told her NOT to do it.

So yesterday, I'm living it up with the people of Walmart buying groceries and she calls. She is blubbering something about pudding and soft foods. I had a "I told you so moment". Anyway, I bought her apple sauce, pudding, ice cream and Ramen soup. I have since been told that the Ramen noodles wrap around the ball of the tongue ring.....yuck. Also she has to rinse her tongue off with dish washing soap. Gag. I told her to at least cuss it up before she rinses her mouth out with soap.

So I'm not an empty nester yet, but its getting near. Once she graduates in May she wants to hang here while she goes to Paul Mitchell school which is another 9 months or so. When she leaves I'm going to party like a rock star here at my house all alone. :( 

Well party with the cat and dog. Hayley says she's taking the mean cat with her....good. Little Peaches gets her external fixator off on Monday. Poor thing. I heard a cat screaming when I was in the shower this morning. I jump out and Peaches' external fixator (the the metal thingy that attaches to the pins placed in her broken femur and attached to outside of her body) is caught in the string of the mini blinds. She is hanging upside down and tangled. I got her out. Just glad I was home when it happened.