this is no longer my blog

if you are a junior high girl, and whine the entire weekend about everything, and try to beg and manipulate me into letting you do what you want, and want to go to the mall to go shopping, and then finally when we let you know that we were planning on going to the mall before we left town to give all of the youth some time to shop and putz around, but then you waste 15 minutes of everyone elses' time because you want to flirt with and take pictures of the junior high boys from another church when everyone else is finishing packing and getting ready to go, and then when we're on our way out to the van and one of our boys drops the world's largest bucket of cheeseballs on the way down the stairs and it explodes on the way down leaving cheeseballs on EVERY SINGLE STEP and a large amount scattered at the bottom, and you just stand there and complain that the fact that we have to stop and clean it up is now cutting into YOUR shopping time... I will want to hurt you. Badly.