Oh gosh. And I haven't posted all week. I did eat an excellent red velvet chocolate cupcake, however, courtesy of my friend Rick Horne. THANKS, RICK!
Anyhoo. Had this experience walking home from grocery shopping today. Passed a group of jr. high girls hanging out in front of the Sev, when suddenly a Slurpee fight broke out. They started pouring their Slurpees all over each other, filling the air all around with screams and Slurpee-type scents like watermelon and blueberry.
I managed not to get hit with free-flying flavored ice. But the thought did cross my mind, "Seriously? I'm writing for this age group?"
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You haven't been watching Glee, have you.
Umm, that was me at that age, and also maybe a time or two in college. But I wasn't the one screaming that awful high girl scream.
That is funny! What I want to know is were they having a fun fight or mean fight?
Sometimes teenagers seem almost like aliens to me. Sometimes, cute aliens. Sometimes scary. But alien nonetheless. It must be a challenge to speak their language.
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