15 and counting

15 is such a fun age. Today I've been told that I just don't care. "Why?" you might ask. Wait for it - because I won't buy him a very large trash can to put ice water in, to ice his leg. Just one of the many services I offer - chauffeur, cook, maid, laundress, person who doesn't care (or understand). Was I ever this age? Did I really drive my mom this nuts? Oh, yes I did. She was once as stupid as I am now.