<p>to get your kids cellphones. They conveniently don’t have them when they really do NEED them.</p>
<p>D just pulled in the driveway, I thought she was dragging her muffler. Nope, blew a tire on the interstate connector. Ten minutes from home. She rode home on the rim. What’s left of the tire couldn’t even be recycled into anything than maybe a mini-straw they give you with juice boxes.</p>
<p>Me: “Why didn’t you call me?”</p>
<p>D: “My cell phone was in Chris’ car.”</p>
<p>Me: “Who’s Chris? I thought you were with Courtney.”</p>
<p>D: “Chris is the guy I’ve been kind of dating.” We met him after we went to the gym."</p>
<p>Me: "Why was it in his car and not in your purse? "</p>
<p>D: “Purse fell over, must have fallen out.”</p>
<p>Me: “Why was your purse open? Is your wallet in your purse?” </p>
<p>Duh.</p>
<p>D: “Well, YOU lost YOUR cell phone.”</p>
<p>Me: “No. It fell off my belt at a customer’s. In it’s case. I knew it halfway home. I called the client and told her EXACTLY where it was was, and held till she confirmed it.”</p>
<p>D: “Oh.”</p>
<p>This from a girl that lost two phones within 6 months of having one. Somehow wrecked three more. Repeated dropping, maybe just wore em out from overuse.</p>
<p>All I know is that there’s always an excuse.</p>
<p>Her car. Her tire. Her rim. Her money.</p>
<p>D: “Dad… before you go to work tomorrow, can you show me again how to change a tire.”</p>
<p>Translation: Dad, put the donut on. Pluhhhhhhhheeeeeze.</p>
<p>I showed her last week (for the thirteenth time) when she had a flat in the driveway.</p>
<p>(No the blow-out tonight wasn’t the plugged tire for those interested.)</p>
<p>I hope that when your kids graduate they are employed and earning enough so as not to come back home after graduating.</p>
<p>And me and wife thought we were going to enjoy an empty nest. Maybe even sit nekkid in the living room and watch the submarine races.</p>
<p>Not in this life.</p>
<p>End of rant.</p>