Or just cause me to have a slight stroke.
My little girl (OK, she's 21, but she's my youngest) will not be home until August 20. And then she has to be back at school August 21. She is interning at a youth camp in the Adirondacks. Sounds like a fun summer and I'm happy for her.
Really. I am.
Until I got this phone call Monday.
Meghan: It's snowing today.
Me: Wow, we've only had rain, but it has been chilly.
(more boring -- to others -- weather-related conversation)
Meghan: Yesterday was my day off and I went parasailing.
Me: Was it warmer?
Meghan: Just a little. It was 40 degrees.
Meghan: We didn't have to pay for it, either. The guy needed to test everything.
Meghan: He'd been testing everything using barrels and bouys and needed live people to make sure it was all OK.
(I was speechless)
Meghan: Mom? Seriously, breathe!! I'm OK.
And this was just her first week out there.