connecting with my goddaughters
As I crawled in on Thursday morning at 7:30 AM, I witnessed a master at work. CD convinced her Mom that she was too ill to go to school that day. She was fine when her Mom walked out of the room, but
as soon as she came back in, CD brought on the most pitiful look ever. I didn’t rat her out because she was clever enough to pull this off at 9.
Morpheus was beckoning so I drifted off while thinking of the boy I connected with that morning ... DJ, or was it TJ or BJ ...
Woke up around 1:30 and walked into a scene straight out of Risky Business. CD was bouncing around the living room in her woobies. Someone’s feeling better.
“I know you’re sick and all, but maybe you might want to join me for lunch at Ollie’s for some pork buns and fried rice, and maybe, only if you’re up for it, we can go to the movies and see Chicken Little.” She was ready in a flash.
Pork buns - delicious!
Chicken Little - nappy time!
But CD loved it.
Later that evening, WS was bemoaning the fact that CD got to go to the movies even though she was supposed to be home all day. How can I even this up?
“Okay, you and your two sleepover friends should grab your sweaters and head out to the movies with me and your Mom.”
I haven’t hung out with three 12 year olds since I was 12. But we found some common ground. “Orlando is so hot.” “He’s okay, but not as hot as Jake.” “Yes he is.” “Puh Leez, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
When we got to Loews, we watched Keira Knightly walk the red carpet for the premiere of Pride & Prejudice. Someone had to tell me who she was as I don’t pay any attention to the starlets.
There was a wardrobe malfunction but we missed it. I was so excited that the girls got to see a celebrity, and they ... not so much. I forgot that NYCity raised kids don’t impress easily. Only A-List celebrities do the trick when you hang with Cynthia Nixon’s kids in the Hamptons and walk your dog alongside Joan Allen every morning. NYCity is chock full o’ celebrities (just like Arlington ...lol).
When we got to the ticket counter, I couldn’t subject myself to another dreadful movie. We got the girls tickets to see some PG-13 chick flick and Susie and I got tickets to see Jake and all his glory (well, Susie’s ticket was for Jarhead, but mine was for Jake.)
Morpheus was beckoning so I drifted off while thinking of the boy I connected with that morning ... DJ, or was it TJ or BJ ...
Woke up around 1:30 and walked into a scene straight out of Risky Business. CD was bouncing around the living room in her woobies. Someone’s feeling better.
“I know you’re sick and all, but maybe you might want to join me for lunch at Ollie’s for some pork buns and fried rice, and maybe, only if you’re up for it, we can go to the movies and see Chicken Little.” She was ready in a flash.
Chicken Little - nappy time!
But CD loved it.
Later that evening, WS was bemoaning the fact that CD got to go to the movies even though she was supposed to be home all day. How can I even this up?
“Okay, you and your two sleepover friends should grab your sweaters and head out to the movies with me and your Mom.”
I haven’t hung out with three 12 year olds since I was 12. But we found some common ground. “Orlando is so hot.” “He’s okay, but not as hot as Jake.” “Yes he is.” “Puh Leez, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
When we got to Loews, we watched Keira Knightly walk the red carpet for the premiere of Pride & Prejudice. Someone had to tell me who she was as I don’t pay any attention to the starlets.
When we got to the ticket counter, I couldn’t subject myself to another dreadful movie. We got the girls tickets to see some PG-13 chick flick and Susie and I got tickets to see Jake and all his glory (well, Susie’s ticket was for Jarhead, but mine was for Jake.)
I will join the join the gay-blogger-bandwagon and say ... “He’s dreamy.”
After the movie, Susie and I chilled in the spare room reading blogs and half watching something on TV. The girls sat in the living room and ate their Chinese takeout off of Susie’s finest china and drank ginger ale from champagne glasses while listening to the Wicked soundtrack. Casey was twirling about in a gypsy skirt. I kept barking “geeks” and “freaks” like I had Tourettes every time I walked pass them on my way to the kitchen.
My Goddaughters crack me up and are highly entertaining; they remind me of simpler times when I was way cooler than they are (at least that’s how Susie and I remember those times, and we’re sticking to it).
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