Liar liar.

Sorry. I said that I was going to post a Freaky Friday last Friday and I didn't. Apparently my work missed the memo requesting some time off through out the day to do nothing but inform the cyber world of mishaps and memories of my dysfunctional childhood. No worries though, I put in for a ten minute break labeled, outward release of happenings on the mind to free up space on the hard drive of my brain so that I can fill it with more useful things like, work memos and nursery rhymes I tweak with mine and Nick's name. I wont elaborate. Anyway the Freaky Friday I am going to post doesn't involve us destroying any part of my parents house or end with the cops saying they received a call from this number. It ends with a very upset pre-teen girl who just wanted to fit in.

Sarah always had her own agenda. She had her whole life planned out and was her own boss and ready to start traveling to New York on her own at the age of 3. I am pretty sure she could have figured out the subway quicker than anyone else then too. Well as she grew up, she had the misfortune of being the oldest. Therefore she was the "Test Child." The one that parents use trial and error with to find out what works, and where they should be more or less strict. One day Sarah decided that it was time to use her temporary tattoo. This wasn't a rose or a Chinese symbol of any sort, this was a Calvin Kline tattoo that probably came with her over sized white CK sweatshirt. She followed the proper instructions and ended up with a nice little tat. Well that didn't fly so well with father Brian. It was a time that he began to question what was next, a temporary tattoo of barbed wire, a magnetic earring in the nose, purple hair!? (The purple hair is another story for another day.) I am sure he sweat this more than anything else in his life at that point. Poor guy had no idea that one day when he took his wife on a nice vacation, his kids were at home seeing how many piercings they could fit on each ear with an un-sterile cork board pin.