So, I took my 10-year-old sister and her friends to the pool yesterday, playing the ultra-cool big sister, who lets them ride in the convertible and listen to “Don’t tell mom we’re listening to this” music (i.e. Apple Bottom Jeans). I chuckle when one of her little friends requests the song, and even more when she sings along at the top of her lungs to the chorus. But when she’s still singing along when it gets to “that’s what I told her, her legs on my shoulder” … I was like, good God!! The child’s in 3rd grade! Kind of uncomfy listening to a third grader sing about banging the shit out of someone…
Then, Angela, in an extremely rare good mood, takes the whole family out to dinner in celebration that one NKY boy proved to not to be a completely black-hearted, soulless asshole. See – that is how rare (rare, I tell you!) it is for someone in Northern Kentucky to treat you like something more than a pile of shit. The Haus Girls share my feelings on this topic, I’m sure.
Angela and I concluded our evening by rushing home before the folks and taking 3 mini-margarita shots each.
A very random day, indeed…
The day a certain NKY boy who has been the subject of Ponz-obsession asks me out ANYWHERE is the day I buy you all dinner with heaping piles of solid gold bars for dessert. =)