Son went out to eat with friends so I made roasted veggies. Mom was telling me years ago you could
buy frozen cornbread. Never heard of it. I tried to find some for her but never could. I did find canned cornbread, like cinnamon rolls in a can that pop open and you bake. They are new. I made some for me. It’s not just like cornbread for sure, but not bad. I’m stuffed.
I can’t believe my very last freaking vape order is stuck in USPS limbo. It seems like my last order with eciggity was lost if I remember correctly. Made it to my hometown then *poof* gone never to be found again.
So glad tomorrow is Friday.
Speaking of raising children, my son was too easy. He does none of the stuff I did. Back in my day growing up in the 70’s and 80’s we had too much freedom which can cause issues. Way too much freedom. I never told my parents anything that was going on with me. I felt pressure to be perfect and I didn’t want to disappoint them with issues like boy problems. I was also the baby so my parents were tired by then. I was an A+ student involved in everything at school, but I had plenty of time for foolishness.
It’s tough to be a kid. Although my son is slow to grow up. He wasn’t all that excited about driving even. Once I got my car I was hard to find. So many changes and growing up is hard. I think it helped my son to be part of a really good group of friends. None drank or smoked or did drugs. And he could say no, unlike me.
I have no regrets, but boy do I have stories! I was good at being good, but I was also good at being bad.
