So remember a ways back when I wouldn’t stop blabbing about the Listen To Your Mother show in NYC? Where I read an essay about the angst of taking your kid to college in an auditorium filled with people who actually paid to listen?
Did you begin to think it never really happened?
But here’s the YouTube proof.
For the love of Darwin people, why didn’t someone help me do my hair? Or tell me to slow down? Or speak louder? Or get a better bra?