Soooo... my daughter comes back from her vacation in TX with some
great news. She's moving to San Antonio...

OK, so when I tell her... don't you think this is a little rash, impulsive, quick, and just a teeny weeny bit stupid...oh did I say that, I meant...irrational; her only retort is "Well mom, I
AM 18." As if 18 has somehow now become the magic number after which all intelligent decisions are made...

*sigh* So I reminded her that while she is now that magical 18 and essentially almost the greater perfection number 19 (which then she will become genius), she is still financially dependent on moi...
Much to my surprise...(NOT) the river of tears began and flowed continuously with intermittent spurts of "you are so mean" and "how can you step all over my dreams", followed by two phone calls to my closest gf's who excitedly agreed
WITH MY DAUGHTER 
and 1001 promises of a beautiful future with a life filled only with bliss.
How could I possibly deny her that?
