- Gah! Middle School Formal tonight. 14 has her dress, we’re getting her hair done, boyfriend’s mom is paying for them to have a fancy meal at a restaurant first. And it’s raining. I hope her hair holds out.
- So cute. She made me go over the menu with her so she’d know what to order. BF’s mom had to go over paying and tipping with a debit card with him.
- So I have to get off the computer and head to Edenton to pick up some things for the adults to eat while the kids are out, battery for camera, the dreaded CVS for medicines etc., stuff to do laundry, then hairdressers for an updo for her and a haircut for me, then maybe a mom/daughter lunch, then back to clean the house and get her dressed. Then I have to go in to school to make sure I get pictures of everyone as they head out for the Grand March (given it’s not raining later) to post on the website.
- Website currently has Jr/Sr Prom pictures from last weekend. 18 didn’t go. But it was pretty nice this year. Only one pimp cane that I saw, but not a hooker dress in sight. All the kids looked lovely.
- I don’t know when Prom became a casting call for the “Bad Girls Club” but I’m glad they stayed classy this year. Let’s hope the Middle school can do the same.
I got home yesterday TIRED and Autiboy wanted me to draw a hundred lil pictures. I tried to beg off…this is what I got. The power of persuasion is strong in this one
Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.
Bosses grandson playing with new video doorbell and me in my best Gene Wilder impression “No…please…don’t touch that…stop.”
I hope he breaks it.