HOLY COW!

Remember my mad cow joke yesterday? And how I said it was the best laugh I EVER got? Well it really was. I enjoyed it more than any laugh I ever provoked because it made me feel like my son and I, we had a thing. A cow thing. Like we had connected on some kind of cosmic . . . cow level.

So after school yesterday we were just chillin' on the couch and I was like, "DUDE, if you were a cow, guess what kind of a cow you'd be?" And then there was that comedic pause thingie, where he gave me a what-the-what? expression, you know. And after the pause I was like, "A holy cow!"

Nothing! Nada! Not even a crack in his stone cold face.

So I was like "Get it? a HOLY cow! Cause you're always wanting me to read scriptures to you and stuff." And he was like, "That's not even funny, mom!"

So much for our cosmic cow connection.

"You're actually more of a holier-than-thou cow," I told him.

(Was that rude?)

And I am actually the holy cow. As in HOLY COW, my daughter has been deemed eligible to play tennis again!

She can play!!!

I am the holiest cow in the pasture now because I have been down on my knees all night long sending thank you notes to those who signed my petition to the Universe. (BTW, if any of you have anything you want to say to Jackie Robinson or John Adams just let me know.)

Do you guys mind if I just send ya'll a group thank you for signing the petition? Just to save time?

MUCHOS MAHALO PEEPS! LY 4 Evah!!!!!!

(Can you feel my sincerity in all those exclamation points?)

I'm off to watch her first eligible match right now. But P.S. here is the photo I promised to post yesterday:

This is how my daughter answered her Homecoming date. With a personalized JB song, and one of six JB posters they sell at Walmart. (And did you know they also sell six (SEPARATE) JB Barbie dolls?) Walmart's got the fever.

She mounted it on cardboard and stuck it in his front lawn. His front lawn on Topspin Way. No lie, he lives on Topspin way, which is a cross street of Forehand street and backhand street, just above Crosscourt way and Ace Lane.

Like I said before, NO. LIE.

It's kinda destiny that she's eligible again, don'tcha think?

P.S. HOLY COW, one of my twins got his first kiss yesterday. On the cheek. A cute girl came up to him in the cafeteria, grabbed his face, and . . . well, planted one on him. For his 13th birthday.