THose were the grand old days---cavorting in the creekbed together; we were so innocent, so carefree.
You think you're joking about MickeyD's. I probably can't even qualify for a job there.
THese are scary times we're entering. In a rare moment of humility, CW came in the other day and said, "Mom, what if I don't get accepted anywhere?"
I refrained from reminding him that I tried to get him to apply to some less demanding schools and said, "Oh honey, SOMEONE will take you." which didn't come out the way I meant.
"THanks for your support , Mom."
THe inevitable CW wheels began to churn. "You know, I could live in the poolhouse, and go to the junior college and keep working at EY. THat way, it wouldn't cost much and I could save a lot of money. And I wouldn't have to study that much either. Yeah. I could still play in the band and....hey-this sounds good!" Yeah---and I'd still be doing his laundry and feeding him---
I should never, ever worry about that kid. He invented lemonade, he really did.
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