The title sums up the last five days of my life. Of course, I will elaborate though not necessarily in that order. Did you have any doubt?
I just returned from the beach where I spent four days with nine amazing women. We were missing a few--stuff always comes up—but we lamented their absence early and often. When you go to the beach with women, if there is:
- No righteous indignation over someone done wrong
- No hugs and I love yous
- No "You cooked. We'll clean up."
- No making more coffee after getting the last cup
The Dying Cat
I returned from the beach to find that The Guy had set up a Kitty Hospice on my back porch. It isn't our cat and it's a long sad story about a sweet little stray and a neighbor who had the exterminator in. I don't want to talk about it but I am thankful I am married to this man.
Godson's Mom and I left the beach a day before the others because Precious Angel's junior prom was Saturday night. It has become the thing to have a wee hours after prom breakfast in someone's home. I think some parents invented it so they'd know where their kids were. It was a good idea. We had it at my house because I live in town as opposed to over hill, over dale, out by the Country Club like Casa Precious Angel.
Precious Angel made the menu—waffles, bacon, biscuits, gravy, cheese grits. An odd combination, but okay. Godson's Mom and I added sausage balls, cinnamon rolls (homemade, thank you very much), virgin mimosas (Sprite make a fine stand in for champagne), and strawberries and whipped cream for the waffles. The five couples came barreling in, hot and tired from dancing, but happy and polite. They changed out of their glam togs, ate heartily, and went upstairs to watch Up. To a child, every single one of them looked all four adults in the eyes and expressed eloquent appreciation for the little party. I would like for the people who rant about "the youth of today" to meet these kids.
I think Godson's Mom, Godson's Dad, The Guy, and I were washing silver and crystal about the time my friends who were still at the beach should have been just getting back from the Beach Boys concert.
Godson's Mom and I maintain that, though we love our beach buddies, we didn't miss a thing.There will be other times and other concerts with our forever friends but you can't get Prom Breakfast back.