This post is subtitled, "Possibly TMI".

This post is sub-subtitled, "Deciphering the Acronyms: Mama and Papa".

Have you ever wondered what teenagers, living in small towns, do for fun?  

Make my day... watch the short my son and his girlfriend created with the help of a bunch of their friends, all who were willing to risk life and limb and deer-tick attacks.

Why?  Because after 7 children, finally all members of my household wear underwear!!!!!  

Tuesday's Unwrapped is a great place to visit.  Someday, I hope to always live unwrapping just one day at a time.

Winkum Blinkum Pinkum

Washing hands, chapped hands, lysol spray.

Touching banns,

tissues at the ready hands.

Winkum Blinkum Pinkum

Goobery face, rubby chubby fists.

Itchy eye-tus,

Baby's got conjunctivitus.

This is my mishmash of a recent memory for The Girl Next Door Grows Up's Feel Good Friday.  My dad visiting is always a reason to feel good.

By the way, my 4 yo tried to stow away in his grandparents car.  He dressed with great deliberation to achieve success.  Evidently cowboy boots, bomber jacket, sunglasses, and a black balaclava were the keys to staying undetected, in 85 degree weather.... on a trip to Texas.

Now back to potty training...  

For every solemn milestone in life, one needs a goofy acting younger brother to keep things real.

Sarcastic-tongued but loving teen-aged sisters are also an important humility stabilizer.

For that matter, having all your siblings along for the ride keeps you grounded, and busy.

Best of all, is opening your diploma and discovering that the school administrator played a trick and placed a fake diploma over the real one. You have to love a school with a sense of fun.

Lukey Pookie Winky Dinks Tipton indeed.

During your speech my mind wandered...

For The Girl Next Door's Feel Good Friday I'm listing 5 thing that made me feel good this week.

1. So what, you may ask, is feel-good about Publix or grocery shopping?  I'll tell you:  I'm sick.  I've been sick all week.  A horrible, socially unacceptable cough is the most enjoyable aspect of the crud I have.  Had to run to the grocery store yesterday anyway because, well, because that's what moms do.

I took 6 of my children with me to Publix.  Why they wanted to go I have no idea.  Too hot outside to play I guess.  I was like a kite in the grocery store; the little ones and the cart and I comprised the kite body,  the rest of the children fanning out behind me were the kite ribbons, fluttering along in my wake.

With a fuzzy brain I filled the cart and went through the checkout.  Got to the end, you know, the part when they generally want payment in exchange for their merchandise.  Except I couldn't find my wallet.

I searched my diaper bag a dozen times as the line behind grew longer and longer.  I was asking (begging) the cashier to put my cart to the side so I could run home for my wallet when the Publix manager and several employees approached me.

Uh, oh. I thought.

"Ma-am,  no we won't put your cart aside.  Just go on home with the groceries.  You can pay at the customer service window next time you come, we'll have the receipt waiting."  I must have looked dumbfounded, because she went on to explain, "After all, you are here so often that you ought to have your own time-card."

My own time-card?  Now that's funny.

So Publix: I love you and I promise to not cheat on you.... unless Kroger has a really, really, good sale.

2.  By the time I got home from Publix my 18  yo son was home.  I flopped onto the sofa asked him to take my card, drive to Publix, and pay for the groceries.  He did, with a minimum of questions.

As my son walked back in the house the Publix Manager called to say that they had found my I.D.,  which had dropped out of my diaper bag during my earlier frantic search.  I hung up and asked my son to drive back to Publix for a second time.

The feel-good part is that he did, and he did so cheerfully.  I love my son!

3. Speaking of my 18 yo son, he graduates from high school on Saturday.  It's a mind boggling happy/sad/astounded feeling. Beware- soppy pictures of him to be posted sometime soon.

4. My 3 teens do the dinner dishes each night.  Over time they have developed a system of dividing the work into three jobs.  The evening's job goes to the person who calls it first as soon as dinner is over.  One of the job titles is "counters", one is "loading", and the last job title is, "awkwardly standing by the dishwasher while I watch everyone do the real work".

Guess which job title gets shouted first every evening?

5. Even though I have been a complete cranky, horribly witchy, coughing, nose-blowing and wretched/retching woman this week.  My husband is sweet to me.

Full body bliss, tactile experience,