Whoa! Didja get the numbers off that truck?!?
February 19, 2005 - 12:49 p.m.
Three weeks!
In three weeks, Son2 will finish high school. And after that, <drum roll...>He moves in with me!� Both sons will be back where they belong!
His mom is giving him custody of a 2000 Escort 2 door.� He got his "all clear" from the seizure doc, but we knew he was okay anyhow.� This green lights his quest for a drivers license, two years after most of his peers already have one.� he's had plenty of driving practice.
He's skipping the whole graduation ceremony thing which is okay with me.� Like funerals and wedding receptions, those things are more for the relatives than the guest of honor, it has no effect on cementing permanence to anything.� I didn't relish the thought of sitting in a field of other parents (although the MILF factor would likely be through the roof) while newly minted graduates pontificate on the Meaning of Life.� And the V factor would mean a wait to the end, while Son2 swelters in his 100% polyester robe.� I went to eighth grade graduation, that was good enough.
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OMG, She's agonna blow!
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