I refused.....
even though it was Nathan's 17th birthday yesterday, to hit the speed bump.....

So we are headed down King Town road to pick up the birthday boy's girlfriend to head to my parent's for cake and ice cream.

And a big fat speed bump(AKA squirrel) heads for the center line. Nate starts screaming from the back seat..... HIT IT! HIT IT!

I refuse and hit the brakes, give the little fat fella a chance to scamper back to the side of the road and Nate exclaims from the back, "But it's MY birthday!".... I told him I don't care, I am not killing a squirrel for your birthday.... his final words were....

"Your a horrible mother".......

Then half way to mom and dad's, Sam is just giving me one rash after another so I jokingly say to her "Bad things happen to good people and your close to finding out!" She looks at me and says "I know tell me about it, I'm a disinherited, homeless diabetic that's lactose intolerant...." She took all the wind out of my threat.... brat..... kid kills me.....

We finally get back to the apartment and I hear this familiar, click, click of the bolt action of a gun, so I think Nate is cleaning his guns (he got gun socks for his birthday) So I yell up the stairs and say "Hey, what are you up to, up there????" As I peek up the stairwell... WHAP.... he nails me with his new Nerf gun.....
Man, I am so paying back my sister in law for buying him that.....Hear me Shell..... you have two boys to my one......