Minimike’s braces are off. Welcome back, gum, apples, and other chewy foods. Let the celebration begin! This is “celebration” face, in case you didn’t recognize it. It’s awfully close to “please don’t take my picture” face.
This took a couple of months of planning, and while there are more traditional mother-daughter bonding activities, this was a great opportunity for me to see what she’s into, and realize how very far out of touch I am with youth culture.
If Bridget Jones were a real girl we’d be such good friends. We’d entertain each other with stories about stupid things we said that day and we’d commiserate over egomaniacal bosses and smug faux friends and Vile Richards.