DUDE WILL BE 18 tomorrow - Frrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I tell you ............frrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee............................ I'm not exactly sure from what but I've had it up to HERE with "After tomorrow you won't be able to tell me what to do anymore." and I counter with........."Uh huh......I'm FRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE." to which I get looks like - Um well I'm still your kid - and I did it ALL on my own - without a nickles help from anyone. I am not able to get him a car - and I feel bad that there are not multiple sets of grandparents to help out. There is no one. Just me. I got him a card, and a nice set of hair clippers because he wants to be a barber. (this week) but he has always cut hair and is good at it. I got the USUAL favorite funfetti cake and thought - every year the same cake; then I cried when I bought the 1 and 8 candle for his cake.....looked like a nitwhit in the Food Lion. Then someone mentioned selective service - and I went to pieces and then thought about Janet's boy and everywoman's girl - and thought I don't want to play here - can we go back to catching lightning bugs and reading stories and worrying about homework and calls from school?