You know the reason you came home for spring break....

....was to get your ass kicked in mini golf.
....was to watch catholic school mom's cat call their child's math teacher.
...was to pretend you never left high school.
...was to have sleepovers with your 6 and 7 year old sisters.
...was to sip margaritas, wear a bikini and lay out...in your backyard.
...was to sleep. and sleep. and sleep.
...was to babysit. and babysit. and babysit.
...was to fight with your sister about boys and cooties and extra mirror time, like you're back in high school.
...was to talk on aim with all your high school friends at 11:00 at night and think that's really late...like in high school.
...was to get your ass kicked in a public school mom's pilates class.
...was to avoid the high school, but still find yourself back there everyday.
...was to catch up on the big advancements in all the most important events in the family, including plot changes and who's been voted off american idol, america's next top model, 1 1/2 men (or men men men as my family calls it) desperate housewives, and grey's anatomy.
...was to watch Darby O' Gill and look for similarities between a young Sean Connery and my dad, to see if the story of Darby O' Gill might actually be the story of my family (as many people have pointed out).
...was to be entertained by a dog with a plastic cone on it's head so she doesn't rip out her stitches, especially when she gets stuck in doors, under the table, under the bed, in the covers, on the fence...
...was to be told "you look gooood" by all your mom's friends and take it as a compliment.
...was to be told "you look gooood" by all your dad's friends and run in the opposite direction.
...was to have a bunch of respectable goals about catching up on homework and reading and writing, but bag them and end up going for a run instead.