and so begins the teenage angst...

I had to know it was coming.  I was in denial.

Abby's true age revealed itself the other night.  We had a rather heated discussion about the shape of her room, specifically her unbelievable sewing mess that seems to only get bigger.  She was upset with me and hormones being what they are, she dealt with it the only way she knew how.

Art.

The Drawing

HOURS after the incident, I was on my way to drop off something at the church and she called me on the cell, sobbing so hard I could barely understand what she was saying.  Guilt was overwhelming her.  The non-blubbering, Readers Digest version of the story is this:  Apparently, she was so upset with me over our earlier "discussion" that in her fury, she drew a picture of me as a Chinese Crested dog.  At the end of our talk, she wailed "And it even turned out... CUTE!"

I was SO grateful that she had to call me on the phone to tell me this.  I never could have held my composure in person.  I was suppressing my snickers and chorts while telling her that I forgive her and that if doing these types of things cause her so much sadness, then it's probably because in her heart she knows it's wrong and that the only way to prevent her from feeling this way again would be not to do this again.

All that teenage angst and hormones in someone who is "too vanilla" to know what to do with it.

I love her.

I would be remiss if I didn't show you what she was trying to draw.
These are the dogs that win the "Ugliest Dog of the Year" contest EVERY YEAR.

Now you can laugh with me.  :D