The Great White

I have decided that raising a teenager is a lot like the movie Jaws. Everything in life is going along in a comfortable, relaxing manner, when BAMM you get pulled under the water by a ginormous, unpredictable creature with very large, sharp teeth. And, try as you might to either catch the elusive creature or to find a boat big enough to protect yourself from it, you fail, fail, fail until eventually the entire thing blows up in your face.

That has been my life lately with my wonderful, dear, sweet, caring, considerate, loving, happy 16-year-old son. Enough said…now someone please throw me a buoy so I can get out of the water. (hee hee cackles the crazy woman in the corner.)