Ma'am?

I just got back from taking the kids to Baskin Robbins.

Two young (like, 16 yo) boys were behind the counter.  They both called me ma'am, like, a billion times.

Why ma'am??  Maybe it's my gaggle of kids.  Or, it could be my fat ankles.  Still, it made me want to beat them up behind the bleachers after band practice.

Testing

Test post.

I thought I'd give this Typepad free trial offer a go, and see how it feels.  So far, although it's confusing as hell, it seems a little more user-oriented than blogger, and I feel like I have more control.

We shall see.