"I daresay you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When I was younger, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast." - Lewis Carrol, Alice in Wonderland.
That's been this weekend. I wish I could share it with you all, but all of it contains sensitive information about people they probably don't want public. It boils down to a tantiziling back cover of a novel, "Punkie finds a terrible secret about an old friend who spent time in jail for a terrible crime, finds out that two more of his friends he thought were married, are in fact, not, and are breaking up, and finally that an extremely complicated situation involving a past adoption attempt that he had thought had ended ... started a new chapter. All this, along with his stomach declaring war on him, makes for an exciting chapter in the Punk Walrus Saga series..."
Yeesh. What a weekend.
My son also turned 13, which my wife thinks is impossible. He had a small party, in which several kids and many adults were in attendance. I am now offcially the father of a teenager. God help me. So far, so good. He's pretty serious about school, he has a good heart, but I don't envy the next few years of raging hormones for him.
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