Last Saturday it was my trip to MSU for a college tour for D and to watch M perform for the first time with the college band at the football game.
Dare I reflect on that Saturday? Let's just say when it rains--slippery when wet...trip to the urgent care center and few bottles of pills to ease the pain of my non-existent elbow, sprained rotator cuff and maybe my pride too (since I hit ground in front of four rather good looking college boys). I still managed to cook M and her roomies two home cooked meals, so that has to count for super-mom status.
This Saturday it is King Ralph entertaining M for Parents Weekend (or as we refer to it drop a load of cash at Walmart and take the child out to dinner weekend) while I conquered the final high school homecoming dance at our abode. It was full on glamour in the great room all afternoon--Princess A with the rat tail comb teasing D's hair into a Carrie Underwood-esque fancy ponytail and painting her face up America's Next Top Model style--it's all about the smokey eyes. Of course I tried to capture a photo of the glam in action but I was snapped at that pre-beauty pictures where off limits. It is the last homecoming dance her at the abode. All the chapters of teenhood coming to close little by little.
Then it was time to get the "Sugar Rush" party started
These three beauties have no dates to tend to for the night. They are free to mingle and work the dance floor at their leisure. This is just the way they wanted it to be. No date, no heel height restrictions applied.
And in-case you were wondering how I spent my LHS senior year homecoming...well here you go a snap shot memory to share. Back in the day if you didn't get asked to the dance you didn't go. So we beauties of the class of nineteen eighty something had a "Dateless Homecoming Party"
Believe it or not most of us in this picture still hang out together.