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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Michael Sphar who wrote (62990)	8/2/2002 8:43:58 AM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Stanford tuition is not something to be taken lightly, so make sure you look very carefully for that check in the lining of the coat. I can't imagine packing up a child for college halfway around the world. It is bad enough getting to LA from Dallas, especially since Ammo will be in an apartment this year. We are packing up weird things in suitcases to take out there this weekend. I wonder what the airline will think of an entire suitcase filled with nothing but very used pots and pans. I had a secret little vision of a tasteful bachelor's place where my son invites friends over for the occasional dinner. In this vision, he is dressed in an open necked, ironed shirt and pressed clean khakis, looking very Hugh Grantish. I seem to have repressed the fact that he has never ironed anything in his life and lives in t-shirts with weird messages on them. I even made a little recipe book, handwritten with little notes like- "This is the first casserole I ever made for your father" (a pound of hamburger, a can of pork and beans and some ketchup and brown sugar). We went shopping at the Dollar General Store where I bought essentials like measuring cups and spatulas and he said things like "Why are you buying all those little spoons? They aren't even the same size." and "I don't want dishtowels with flowers on them. Why don't they have black ones?" He wants black everything. He wanted to paint the walls black until I showed him the lease. It seems he wants to build a voodoo corner. A voodoo corner... You know, I just didn't even ask. I just thought I would come home and look up Haitian recipes so he could have a theme dinner in his voodoo corner. It's amazing how you can make your own dreams conform to reality. I let him buy a black candle.