Sonny boy came home with a Mohawk, which I never would let him get in high school. The only thing that would be worse is if he ad a mullet. I just found out that David Bechham once had a Mohawk as I was searching for a photo for this post. Suddenly it got more appealing. (However, I don’t think even Beckham could pull of a mullet. Maybe Posh could.)
But what’s worse is that my son ruined his phone again, and so begins the whole “it’s not my fault” routine. I guess that glass of water above where you are charging your phone that you then knocked over was a bad glass of water that didn’t listen to you and defy gravity? And I guess that iPod that decided to stay in your pocket through the wash and dry cycle was just stubborn and disobedient to not crawl out on its own volition? Nasty electronic devices.
So now we are shopping for another phone, that he will be paying for it this time. I will spring for a haircut, however.
If he was smart, he would have told me he broke his phone a while ago rather that last night – see post below. It would have explained why he hadn’t called home in weeks. You can tell he’s a Freshman.
“Why don’t you get a haircut? You look like a chrysanthemum. ” ~ P. G. Wodehouse
Sixteen days and counting. The last child leaves home for college at the end of this countdown. In an effort to do my best about not whining about how much I don’t want an empty nest, I have decided to host a Mega Party next weekend.
This consists of putting my celebrated Megastation into our above ground backyard pool, serving picnic foods and my favorite beverages. The idea is to have some fun in order to forget how bad I am going to feel when the house is all quiet. (I got a puppy when the first child left for college. I got a new car when the second went. I have a dog and new car so I am trying the party thing this time – any maybe a new hairdo, thanks to Cade – explanation is coming below.)
The Megastation is HUGE, seats six and has two inboard coolers.
The pool is 14 ft. by 16 ft. Due to the anticipated honeymoom fit, there will be no swimming, just lounging. (I remind you – two inboard coolers. See photo above.)
I hope for nice weather as my living room is covered and filled with my son’s off to college items and there is no room for people anymore. (I do think it will be nice to have my living room back when he’s gone.)
While I was searching YouTube for dancing tips for middle-aged white ladies with extra time on their hands, I found this funny kid named Cade who has a whole series of “Cade Goes to College” videos that made me laugh. My favorite is the dancing one – How to Dance Like Cade - which I found on my search for dancing lessons (to fill my upcoming void). His little video peeps into the off to college experience made me feel better somehow so I thank Cade. And I love his hair.
He has a great haircut and I plan on stealing it for myself. I am bringing a photo of him to my hairdresser this week to try on me. I hope he doesn’t find out that some middle-aged lady feeling sorry for herself will be imitating his haircut in order to boost her morale. I don’t want to be responsible for anyone dropping out of college.
“I’m no model lady. A model’s just an imitation of the real thing.” ~ Mae West