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In other news, I am always blessed that no matter the outcome, score or season's end, i'm glad my daughter plays softball, and that she has 10 best friends every year. This next story proves it, even though i lured you into the post with a lurid thread name, it really isn't the case.
You want to know how our DD's spend their Sat nights? they go to Petland! I mean, seriously, instead of hooking up with guys, drinking, doing goth-girl things with their makeup, they decide as a team to visit Petland. To hold furry animals and post their pictures on Facebook. I love how a group of 17 year olds would rather do that than anything else.
Now, DD tricks me into going into Petland by Bob Evans after our rain cancellation breakfast to entice me into buying a 1200 dollar dog that looked no bigger than a softball. While i didnt buy the dog, I did talk to one of the girls who asked me if there was a softball tourney in the area. After I said yes, she told me that the previous night, some unnamed team/group were very rude, wanted all the dogs to pet and being very demanding. This brings the subject of the thread title into meaning for me. Seriously, of all the ruckus you could cause as a teenage girl, the worst you can do is to trip out in a Petland.
Gotta love our girls!
You want to know how our DD's spend their Sat nights? they go to Petland! I mean, seriously, instead of hooking up with guys, drinking, doing goth-girl things with their makeup, they decide as a team to visit Petland. To hold furry animals and post their pictures on Facebook. I love how a group of 17 year olds would rather do that than anything else.
Now, DD tricks me into going into Petland by Bob Evans after our rain cancellation breakfast to entice me into buying a 1200 dollar dog that looked no bigger than a softball. While i didnt buy the dog, I did talk to one of the girls who asked me if there was a softball tourney in the area. After I said yes, she told me that the previous night, some unnamed team/group were very rude, wanted all the dogs to pet and being very demanding. This brings the subject of the thread title into meaning for me. Seriously, of all the ruckus you could cause as a teenage girl, the worst you can do is to trip out in a Petland.
Gotta love our girls!