There is a marquis outside of the housing development where I live where residents can announce to their neighbors and all who visit therein various and sundry fascinating things about their lives and their children’s lives.
Several years ago some youngsters too smart for their pants started a contest to see who could post the most ridiculous untruths (you know who you are Megan).
Announcements such as: “Congratulations Steve on making the high school all-male synchronized swim team!” And “Watch out! Julie got her helicopter license!”
Interestingly, the powers-that-be didn’t catch on until later than you would think.
Well, tonight as I drove home I saw a notification on the marquis: “Happy 13th Birthday Maddie! Lets party hard!!”
And yes, it did say “Lets” and not the CORRECT “Let’s.”
So I was already undone.
But I got to thinking…what does “partying hard” entail when one is 13? In Utah?
Ah, the visual of a bunch of wild 13-year-old females in the ‘hood …
Would that be extra dangerous head banging during Miley Cyrus’s “See You Again” at the sleep-over? Or perhaps a little ice cream truck pole dancing at the over-nighter? (Guess you had to see the Teen Choice Awards to pick up what I’m puttin’ down on this reference.)
Maybe singing a little TOO loudly to Demi Lovato’s latest?
Screaming like, well, a little girl, whenever Zac Efron flashes across the massive home theater screen? (Okay, I have to admit, Zac is quite dreamy.)
Or eating a vat of chocolate chip cookie dough…
But the best part of it all…this was obviously a notification placed by the mother of said 13 year old. Whose wish for her pre-pubescent is: “Lets party hard.”