Crazy, crazy, crazy

I just wanted to say that, it seemed fun to see how the words felt, think we all should take a little time and own up to being crazy.
well, a wee bit anyway

This week, my cousin posted on facebook about her embarrassment at driving her girls around and having to blast the music of Justin Bieber on the car radio.  Ah, the inhumanity of it all, having to have grownups see you listen to music from a kid whose voice hasn't gone through the change yet.  Now, I remember being so mortified by my mother that I hid below the car window so no one would see me being so uncool with my mu-ther.  But poor cuz couldn't do that and drive without killing them all - but honestly, I think she tried, lol. So she ranted about the unfairness of it all. And that's what made me think how fun it is to be crazy.  I wrote her and told her to wear a bag over her head, and thought well, maybe she should learn the words and sing along at the top of her lungs (and hopefully embarrass the kids).  Now life just isn't fair when the kids embarrass you more so mothers need to take that back whenever it gets lost and especially when the tide turns.  Don't forget you once had fun and laughed and teased and were madly in love with the pop star of the day.  And do not forget that you were once pretty cool, no matter what you were doing.  The cool factor always trumps anything.

So, crazy, crazy, crazy. I toast all the crazy women out there.




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