I just spent the last 3 hours in the car with Mac driving her to the beach to meet up with friends from Michigan.
Thank goodness I had another hour drive over to Kalamazoo so I could roll down my windows, blare some good music and flush out all that garbage she listens to from my ears. YUCK!
We did have one song that we both liked. She made a CD with Journey's "Don't Stop Believin" on it. The CD is just that one song, repeated over and over. That's part of the problem I have with her "Top 20" stuff. It gets played over and over to the point where I can't take it anymore. I want to pull out my hair. Now her generation is going to ruin a perfectly good 80's song.
We argue about who's song it is. They think just because it was played on "The Hills" and sung by Lauren, it's their song now.
No way. I can prove it. I know the lyrics WAY better than she does. So neener...neener....neener!
I also had a good chuckle at her directional abilities. Being that I'm directionally challenged as I have blog about before, it doesn't surprise me that one of my offspring struggle with it too (not like the two other freaks that I lovingly call my children).
But Mac has a whole other "directional disability" that I'm not sure where it comes from.
Here's a sample of Mac giving me directions to her friends cottage.
Mac: "ok turn left here where I once walked barefoot through this broken glass that was all over the road."
Mac: "now we need to watch for the big rock that I talked to Joe on for like ever the last time I was here!"
Mac: "we need to watch for this place where we took pictures cuz then I'll know I need to turn soon."
All I can say is Thank God for GPS!
We ended up driving by the house twice but I had a nice trip down HER memory lane.
And I also got to see this creation of her and her friends.
I don't care, it's still MY song.
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