(One of these days, I’m going to learn how to just have the song I’m hearing while I compose the post play while you read it. In the meantime, flashback to my high school days and let John Cougar’s ditty drone on…)
It’s perfect, because while Gypsyknits’ DD (dear daughter) is not 16, she’s now in the last year of her teens, and I hope she’ll hold on to this last teen year as long as she can, because she’s already well on her way to being a remarkable woman.
It’s also spot-on for Jessi, who waves buh-bye to her twenties today. Babe, you don’t look thirty, and trust me, there are plenty of us who can barely see the big 3-0 in the rearview mirror. Have Dr. Tooth squeeze you hard and have DL do something just to make you laugh on my behalf. And if you keep bemoaning turning 30, I’ll have the Karate Kid knock some sense into you! (kidding, kidding… maybe?) Personally, I’m hoping 30 will be a great year for you if for no other reason than we’ll finally figure out how to meet in person!
It’s also a little sad around here. There have been a couple of deaths in our community that have changed the landscape, so to speak.
How was your weekend? Ours was okay. Great dunner with friends Saturday night was the highlight. Well, that and a package that was waiting on me when I got home Friday evening, but I’ll tell you more about that another day!