Here is Coadster with a friend at Homecoming last year. This is one of the few times I've seen her wear make-up besides show choir. That's okay, Stinky wears enough for all of us.
My sleep deprivation is getting the better of me. I woke up at 4 this morning with a terrible migraine. So, I'm extremely slow on the uptake and I will try to make this as short as possible.
My computer at work is full of viruses and frightening ads keep popping up on my screen. I would be a little embarrassed to have some of those images showing up on my computer in the privacy of my own home, but at work, it's especially unseemly. Porn and a state job aren't exactly two great tastes in one candy bar, if you know what I mean.
The last few weeks I actually had a social agenda, but this week I got nuthin', and that's okay too. I'm always up for going out and having fun, but I'm also down with hanging out at home and geeking-out. I like to look at it as win-win either way. It is Homecoming for the University this weekend, and Three Dog Night is playing after the parade on Friday night. Coadster loves Three Dog Night. Yes, she's fifteen, but I'm her mom and the poor girl has been exposed to all different kinds of cheese. So, yeah. I'll throw a few more bucks in her therapy fund just to appease my guilt for that one too.
Homecoming for high school is next week, and Coadster just agreed to go with the guy who asked her. She's known the boy forever because when his mom and I were in college, we worked at this groovy, organic, vegetarian restaurant called The Farmer's Market and Bakery. It was on Linn Street and both of us lived in the apartments above it. We'd go upstairs for "smoke breaks" and come back to work so much more relaxed. After we had kids, we'd see each other at the park or the library or wherever.
Once when Coadster and the boy were three, they were playing at College Green Park, and the boy asked Coadster if she wanted a knuckle sandwich. She was hungry and so she said, "Sure." What she got, was a knock on the top of her head. Now that I think about it, maybe I'll suggest she not go out to dinner with him before the dance.