April 22: My Cranky Daughter

I'm not going to spend a lot of time with this second post tonight.  I have a hormonal thirteen-year-old daughter who is waiting to use my laptop.  She has been shifting between giggling mirth and wailing despair for over an hour.

All I can do is laugh, because, no mater what I say, I will never win.  I could tell her to pick up a book and read.  I could tell her to go to bed.  I could tell her that the Internet has been revoked and Google is broken and YouTube is permanently frozen.  All I will receive in return is teenage wrath.

Saint Marty isn't up for the fight.

This guy has nothing on my daughter's wrath