Coaching girls high school varsity volleyball has me spending a lot of time with teenage girls.
Occasionally you forget that you are around teenage girls when they are there constantly.
For example...last night I was sitting in the stands watching the JV team play. My players were sitting near me and I struck up a conversation with our setter.
Me: "Which sister is older? The outside hitter or the middle blocker?"
Her: "They are not sisters."
Me: "Of course they are. Look at them. There is no way they are not sisters...I actually am surprised they are not twins."
Her: "They are not related. They are not sisters. They get told all the time that they look alike, but they are not from the same family."
Me: "They are from the same family. They have to be. I bet they have the same dad and nobody knows. I bet the milk man is their real dad."
Her: **Blank Stare**
Me: "Or the mail man. Has anyone seen the mailman in their neighborhood?
Her: "Coach...the one dad is sitting right behind us!"
Me: **Blank Stare**
Need to refrain from those conversations in the future.
I am baking a cake today. Pumpkin Spice cake for Claire's book club. I have not baked a cake since the Angel Food Cake incident earlier this year.
I hope I don't die.