It almost happened. My first internet-induced date. In fact, it was all lined up. We'd picked the time and place - 6:15 p.m. at a nice bar not far from my house. And I'd even, coincidentally, just gotten my haircut. I am now the proud wearer of long side bangs, which my son says look good on me because they cover up part of my face. Thank you, son.
Yes, everything seemed ready to roll. And then the phone rang. It was him, explaining that he had to cancel, sorry, because he has to pick up his mother at the airport this evening. He hoped I understood
Of course I did. How could I not. It's a very nice thing for a mama's boy - oops, I meant nice son to do. And sure, we could reschedule for next Wednesday - the one night a week my son's with his dad.
Actually, in a way, it's a good thing because... I ended up making a big pot of split pea soup, which is healthy, and I'll have time to do my stretches, and the bathrooms really need cleaning, and I can catch up on some work...hey, chez moi, the fun list is endless.
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Growl, growl is right. How close up or far back to I stand with my son whp's omn the home stretch of submitting his college apps? Especially during the phone interview? I keep feeding him prompts and he walks away. Good for him, I guess. I feel like Mama Rose in Gypsy. The collegiate term, I believe, is Helicopter Mom. ICK, not me.
ReplyDeleteAnd those internet guys...what a waste of time, methinks. At least that's what my most cynnical persona says. And my normally sunny, optimistic persona? Well, I think she's taken a long vacation.