Science Fairs and Jack Daniels

I’m so excited! I finally typed the words, The End on my latest manuscript. This book has taken forever and I’m exhausted by it. I’ve been hard at it for months and months and months and months.

I had to take a break today to help Sassy with her science project. Ava has been complaining about science projects for

This could not be truer

years, but I’ve only been involved for the last year because my kids are younger than hers.

But, my hatred of the science project is just as real as hers is now.

Sassy and I had to go to the neighborhood park to get her data. It involved a 100 ft. tape measure and several Frisbees. It was all very scientific (please note the ironic eye roll.)

We had to dodge approximately 47 dogs, 9 small children, and, in the saddest moment of young adulthood yet, 3 young people who emerged from a stereo-thumping car to take selfies of themselves twerking. I’d say I weep for today’s youth, but I’m absolutely certain the 40-somethings were saying the same about us when we were 20. I can’t think what we were doing that was quite that obnoxious, but it’s possible my memory is flawed because I was drunk much of my 20’s.

Today, I yelled at people several times, “Hey, we’re science-ing over here!” It was all very Midnight Cowboy.

You know, now that I think on it, science fair projects might be a whole lot easier to take if we were all drunk at the time.

Maybe I’ll do a graph on it.