Son #1 had a good time at his formal Valentines Day Dance at the Elks Lodge Saturday night. When Son #1 returned home after the dance I tried to get the details. The only answers I got were 1 syllable answers or as close as he could get to it.
Me, “how was the dance?”
Son #1, “fun.”
Me, ” Who else did you dance with besides Tiff?”
Son #1, “everybody.”
Me, “I bet Tiff didnt like that.”
Son #1, “nope.”
Me, ” were the other boys dressed up in tuxes too?“
Son #1, “yep“
Me, “did all the girls wear formals, you know long dresses?”
Son #1, “nope”
Me, “what? I thought everyone had to wear formal dress?”
Son #1, “some dresses were short.”
Parents were invited to attend the dance as well. I didnt feel like getting all fancied up. Lately, I havent been all that great of company. Plus, its not like I have a closet full of formal dresses. Suits, yes from when I was once gainfully employed. Skirts, yep. I bought many when I had my knee surgeries and also had to look professional at work in a cumbersome metal knee brace. I have one chiffon dress that is dressy enough to pass as a formal and when I tried it on the other day, I didnt feel very pretty in it…
Me, “were there a lot of parents there?”
Son #1, “yes.”
Me, “a lot?”
Son #1, “yes, a lot.”
Me, “I knew I should have went!”
Son #1, “thank you for not going, the kids who’s parents went were embarrassed.”
Me, “Im embarrassing?”
Son #1, “no, not like some parents!”
Okay, that answer made me feel better.
Me, “was the food good?”
Son #1, “yep”
Me, “did you dance many slow dances w/ Tiff?”
Son #1 “nope“
Me, “why not?”
Son #1,”they only played 2 slow dance songs.”
Me, “are you glad you went?”
Son #1, “yes, gosh mom, you always sound like a cop. Im going to bed. G’nite.”
It was like pulling teeth to get that little bit of info.
Wee One was full of mischief this weekend.
Both boys and I ran out to best friend L.’s Sunday afternoon. I swapped her some books she hasnt read of mine for some of hers. She was happy to get John Sanfords “Broken Prey”. I bet she already has it half read.
Wee One didnt have a nap and was a handful. L. has Elvis’s full brother and when I saw him when she came outside to greet us, I heard Son #1 catch his breath. I know he was thinking about Elvis just like me. L. has graciously offered us another puppy out of her next litter. I know that most of them are spoken for at $400-$500 a pup. Elvis is irreplaceable and I am just not ready for a pup….
Sunday late morning, Wee One and I were driving into town on an open range road. I topped a hill and caught 5 deer in the middle of the road. They were all gathered around a can of Dr. Pepper some litterbug had tossed out. The deer were fussing over it and taking licks of the sweet soda. That was something I had never seen before, deer drinking Dr. Pepper. I stopped my car and retrieved my camera out of the case that was stashed in Wee One’s duffle bag. When I did this, Wee One took the opportunity to escape from his car seat and then procede to jump around in the back seat squealing like one of those caged monkeys that are at the Zoo. If he had not done this I might have gotten some good pictures…..
After Wee One’s back seat stunt, all we saw were flags………………