It's almost 10 o'clock do you know where your children are?

Answer: Yes, but I'm too tired to care. I've decided I'm going to be one of those reckless, I-don't-care-kind of parents, who let their kids run into the traffic, wander around the stores where the perverts loiter (I guess I'll have to start going to R-rated stores or something to make this happen), eat food that's been sitting in the sun too long or that has a rainbow-effect glistening on its surface...you know the kind I'm talking about. I'll get tatooes, wear sleazy outfits, not wash all three of my hairs for a few days, drink out of a can and crumple it with one hand, drive around town without my seat belt and slouched down behind the wheel with my left arm hanging out the window. Of course, it doesn't look "cool" to do that in a Mitsubishi sedan, so I'll have to spray paint weird stuff on my car and re-upholster it in red velvet and have some dice hanging from my rear view mirror. Hey, I can be a neglectful, slobby parent like we see in the movies and on TV...and in the Wal-Mart here. Matter of fact, if I can black out a tooth or two, I might win some kind of local contest at my upcoming 45th year high school reunion--like the Classmate Who Has Changed the Most! I'm a shoo-in for that title. Well, it's time for me to get going with my extreme makeover, so wish me luck and if you want to know what I'll really look like after this transformation, visit my daughter Bryn's blog--brinni27.blogspot.com and look at the picture of the doggie just below the picture of the blonde who is tongue disadvantaged!