I've missed the last two wins. Karma calls for more.
Tonight, I will be figuring out ways to spy on the Dakota Meadows Middle School dance while my oldest daughter goes to her first big coed dance on her 13th birthday. Hopefully, she will realize that dances are nothing more than an over-the-top and nonsensical adolescent ritual that will never need to be revisited and the Wolves will win. That is my hope for the night...and the future.
Our blogging buddies for the night are over at Liberty Ballers. Be excellent to one another.