It just dawned on me today that you’re graduating. One from 8th grade which is a big deal, and one, from high school, which is a very very big deal. And it’s not that I didn’t know, (this virgo is very on top of her schedule game), but it’s upon us. And I won’t be there to celebrate any of it. And that sucks. But y’all? Y’all are getting the shorter end of the stick in this scenario and that sucks even more. And here’s what I want to tell you about that.