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.
Wow. Anyone doing T-day at home for the first time and in need of equipment, this is kind of a crazy deal: [link]
we can cry and drink gin straight from the cat dish together.
Deal.
But we are *always* very pretty, dear. Let's not shortchange us.
Another class of 85er. Right now, I'm trying to figure out where I should go for my 40th birthday next year.
Yay, a boy in the class! I think you made us a septet, Tom.
I had teal jeans!
And here I was expecting you to say teal gouchos.
Alla you young kids? Getoffa my lawn!
- grumblecarpgraduatedin1975grumblegrayhairnotfairgrumble*
Yay, a boy in the class! I think you made us a septet, Tom.
And not just any boy. Tom would have to be voted 1985 - BEST SMILE.
I'm an 87er. Born two years too late for the party.
And here I was expecting you to say teal gouchos.
Pay attention.
They weren't gauchos when I was 10. They were knickers/knee pants. And I didn't have any. SO now I wear gauchos. I am wearing the stuff that I couldn't wear in the 80's cause we didn';t have the money.
Tomorrow, I am pegging my jeans and wearing 6 pairs of socks. And an off-the-shoulder sweatshirt and no bra.