Your mom's kind of right but I think you could handle it. I sometimes have to take it home from the Metra and it's not a pleasant hour and a half. I don't know how I'd do heading halfway across the nation...
PS You just described my 8th grade confirmation. I had spinach quiche in my braces for the better half of the evening.
also kind of like my communion. i couldn't wear my glasses for vanity's sake, so i stumbled down the church aisle in a mini-wedding dress. probably the closest i'll get to getting married, now that i think of it.
Um, how about 6th grade cotillion, when all the girls had awesome flowered Limited Too dresses and I was wearing a forest green, velvet, Peter Pan-collared, full skirted confection from one of those snooty places that moms take their toddlers when they're still too young to fight back. I was a mess.
it's this weekly "class" where 12-year-olds dress up and learn valuable life lessons like table manners and the foxtrot. except at that age the boys are heinously awkward, half the girls are still dorky and shy, and the other half are blonde, overdeveloped, and bitchy. the boys and girls are paired up to dance, aka attempt to dance but end up stepping on each others' feet because they won't look each other in the eye....all why their parents "secretly" watch from another room.
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PS You just described my 8th grade confirmation. I had spinach quiche in my braces for the better half of the evening.
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Is that the one where that guy picks Princess Angel?! I love that one.
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