My daughter started middle school today. It’s adorable but it really made me feel old. How the hell did my child get to be 11 years old? I felt bad for her as she was escorted onto campus with her hobbling cripple of a mother. Hopefully the kids won’t make fun.

It also had a sense of serious nostalgia. I actually smelled my old school days as I was walking back to my car. Don’t you think that’s weird? I didn’t even grow up here, so you’d think that the two cities would produce different morning smells but it was actually very similar. Anyway … now I’m rambling.