It’s official- summer is ending. I haven’t really felt any humidity for a few days, the AC is officially off… not that I’m a fan of humidity or anything, but is it just me or did this summer go by REALLY FAST?
Now I have to prepare for snow and freezing cold weather- we all know how well that will turn out #CaliGirlForLife. Bring on the face masks.
When I was younger… before the drama hit the fan and I had to assume a shit ton of responsibility and act like a parent… my mom and I had a very special relationship.
She would excuse me from class so that we could have mother/daughter days. She used to take me shopping on a biweekly basis. We would sit and talk for hours about everything going on in my life- I would confide in her about boys, friends, my secrets (not relating to sex OBVS).
My mom was the first person I would tell if I had a new boyfriend. Of course, our “sharing” had guidelines.
1. Never ever tell her if I had hooked up/given head/made out shamelessly in my high school boyfriend’s car.
2. NEVER admit to ditching class as much as I did.
3. And most importantly, never show any weakness if a boyfriend broke up with me and I was sad AKA NO CRYING.