fast forward...

...to the year 2015, when my kids are technically adults...I'm imagining this conversation as we are reading 9 years of jillyblahg archives (but it's probably on a computer the size of my soon-to-be new Ipod and not only will it let you read your email and play dominoes, it cooks dinner for you, too). (I know, gay.)

Zack: Oh my god you called me Zacky on your blog?
Michaela: Oh my god you let me leave the house like that?
Zack: Oh my god you made fun of everything I said?
Michaela: Was I on crack? Snowcone ballet?
Zack: Did we have a pet bunny growing up?
Michaela: I don't remember a bunny.
Zack: Me neither.
Michaela: You and Auntie Lisa did what?
Zack: Why is every other word "fuck?"
Michaela: Who was the punisher Mommo?
Zack: Why is Katie acting like a ninja?
Michaela: Oh my god, remember Katie? (HA HA, just kidding.)
Zack: Damn Mom you and your friends ate a lot of sushi.
Michaela: It's not nice to call everything gay.
Zack: Can you never show this crap to my girlfriend?
Michaela: I think you need therapy, Mom...

Pass the bong.