Damn teens and their... Phil Collins

J and I drive home together Monday night after dropping off B at lacrosse practice. She mocks my "weird" music and switches to a radio station whose mantra is "We play what we feel like," which may as well be J's own motto, if her iPod selection is any testiment to her taste in music. But then, don't we all have a little of that in us. We start rocking out together -- we are pretty similar, even in music -- and blast the music, with the windows down, as we fly through our typically mild-mannered suburban streets, filled with neighbors walking dogs and children. One woman whirls around, leash in hand, to see the cause of such commotion, and I laugh, saying, "That woman is thinking, 'Damn those teens and their...'"

Which J finishes with, "Phil Collins." Because that is, of course, what we were dancing to at that particular moment. Sometimes I am wowed by how cool we McA's are.

This link, courtesy of Bob, I've been meaning to post for a while. Whatever comments I was going to write along side it I've long forgotten, but that's all the more reason for reading the article. It's quite interesting

Beautiful, safe, DC

I found this link through Philly-ist.com, listing Pennsylvania as the 9th safest state for children in the country. But check out DC... 3rd safest "state"? Who would've guessed... Think we'll see an influx of parents and parent-wannabes?