The Horriblest Date
I got the call about ten on Friday night. It was Jess, my daughter, out on a date. She had been so excited for she was going out with the hunkiest guy in school, Jason. All of her girlfriends thought he was dreamy and were envious to say the least. She had primped for hours before the date. Her flaming red hair and piercing blues, both attributes she inherited from her mother, shone. She had 'borrowed' a dress that her mother had worn. Yes, my little girl was now as big as her mother had...