You aren’t 17 anymore…

You aren’t 17 anymore…

My 16 year old son, who is still alive after this comment by the way, just stuck his head out my dining room window, as I was painting the trim, and said to me “Mom, put some clothes on, you aren’t 17 anymore.”

He is lucky I am not, because if I could have moved faster, I would have come in the house and kicked his mouthy ass…

and just so you know, I am wearing cutoffs and  a white tank top…

What the hell should I be wearing, my slippers and matching sweat pants with a hoody…

The kid is lucky to still be alive, really.

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