The Beach!

Coming home from Myrtle Beach today, I realized I was old. The beach was very nice; lots of stuff to do, lots of people and good food. However, the drunk 18 year olds got on my nerves! They were out until 3 in the morning, honking, yelling and having a good time, while this old body was trying to sleep. I remember being one of those drunks, having a good time, spreading the joy, etc. I also hated those 40 year olds making my fun go away. I didn't say anything to anyone, but in my head I thought, "Shut the fuck up!!! You aren't even old enough to drink!!!" Oh well.....

I will say though, my 18 year old daughter and her friends had a good time, no drinking, no smoking or anything! I cannot even imagine that. Makes me proud, though. My daughter HATES smoking and drinking. Maybe because of me, who knows. I took her and her friends for her 18th birthday. I knew it was a risk, but we did it. I think she had fun, even though she hates me and can't stand to be around me! I NEVER hated my mother, she just embarrassed me at that age. Charlotte, the 18 year old, has given me grief since she popped out of the womb. She is beautiful, smart, smartassed, big mouthed, big breasted and I love her to death. One day she will love me again, but I am ready for her to get her butt out and give us some peace. Freaking middle child!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Man, whoever invented the middle child needs to be shot!