Sparky, you're the cool junior we let sit with us at lunch, and invite to the parties.
Totally.
And yet I still know all the lyrics to Mr. Mister songs.
Somebody has to.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Sparky, you're the cool junior we let sit with us at lunch, and invite to the parties.
Totally.
And yet I still know all the lyrics to Mr. Mister songs.
Somebody has to.
Oh, JZ, you can sit with the cool kids. You were discovering yourself, and look what you found!
I remember that her youngest child will be graduating high school and giving her her life back at about the same time my oldest (and at this point likely only) child will be entering the second grade
Think of it this way: You're so lucky Suzi had K-bug when she was young, because she supplied you with the good example Matilda will follow.
You were discovering yourself, and look what you found!
Absolutely. I'm just going through a lot of that myself now. I feel so naive about so much.
Word of advice to you whippersnappers. Don't get married at 19.
And yet I still know all the lyrics to Mr. Mister songs.
Somebody has to.
Eh. Not so much.
I remember that her youngest child will be graduating high school and giving her her life back at about the same time my oldest (and at this point likely only) child will be entering the second grade, and then I go straight into ::never stops crying:: mode.
::pats JZ's pretty head::
I was almost free. Jake will, gods willing, graduate in just three years, but I've got Sara now, who will go to kindergarten LATE because she's a Nov. 29 baby, thus pushing the whole school-going experience (and high-school-graduating) back another year. I don't want to think about how old I'll be when she trots off to college.
::cries with JZ::
Another class of 85er. Right now, I'm trying to figure out where I should go for my 40th birthday next year.
Clearly, we should all have a big 40th birthday party together.
I was 10 in '85. I shudder to remember what I wore, but I do know that teal jeans were in that rotation.
I don't want to think about how old I'll be when she trots off to college.
Between this, the similar SILs, and the identical beloved childhood toys and Brontë editions, (not to mention that we are both very pretty when Hec cuts our hair) we are a crazy parallel pair. I'll save you a seat next to me at Matilda's graduation, and we can cry and drink gin straight from the cat dish together.
I was 10 in '85. I shudder to remember what I wore, but I do know that teal jeans were in that rotation.
I had teal jeans!