Daya is driving to Wisconsin with Branwen and Branwen's cats next month.
I mentioned this to someone at work, and they asked, "Where in Wisconsin?"
Huh. I never did find that out, other than "Branwen's parents' farm."
So I said, "I don't know."
Then later the same day, Daya called from dance and said her senior trip was on the same day she was supposed to leave.
I called Branwen to see if she would be willing to leave one day later. (Yes)
Branwen asked, "Where is the senior trip?"
Huh. I didn't know that, either.
I do know I paid $65 for it though.
So I said- again, "I don't know."
This is stellar parenting.
Role model material.
I have since found out that the senior trip is to Medieval Times, which I think is somewhere in New Jersey.
I still don't know where in Wisconsin Daya will be, except that it will be on a farm and I am really jealous because I, too, want to go to a farm in Wisconsin.
The road trip part I am happy to skip.
But I !LOVE! farms and farm animals and horses!! and I want to go hang out in a cheeze cave.
Also, fuck Mother's Day. It's stupid.
The only thing stupider than Mother's Day is Father's Day.