I will be the first to admit that I have been rather remiss in posting of late. My apologies. Now I will make up for it by posting some stuff that is guaranteed to make Gloria puke.
Yes, I have been spending lots of time with the boy. I have stopped hyperventilating over the toothbrush. I gave it up when I discovered the razors and shaving cream. I had thought about more hyperventilation but then remembered how he is so good about washing dishes and taking out the trash without being told. Besides, he worships the ground upon which I walk.
Last week we went out to dinner at T-Rex, a place I had been dying to try out. I meant to take photos for you of the food but I forgot. Next time. We started with the mussels and then each had the half rack of baby backs. I had the greens and potato salad as my sides. He had the black eyed peas with spinach and the cheese grits as his. Oh, and the drinks. The best was learning that the place is open until 2 a.m. on Friday and Saturday nights. Emerald was excited when I shared this tidbit with her. I foresee future girls' nights out in this place.
After dinner we went out for drinks at Fonda (same ownership as T Rex). While we were enjoying our drinks, his bandmates called. They were having an impromptu jam session and wanted him to join. It was late so I told him that he was welcome to go but that I would not be joining him. He decided that he would rather hang out with me. The next day he told me that he has never passed on a jam session but he did this time because he is crazy about me. (Gloria, you may start puking now.) He then went onto say that he has noticed that since he has been hanging out with me, his music has improved. I have always wanted to be a muse.
So last Saturday hit and I had spent most of the day trying to recover from a pulled muscle. Don't ask. By late afternoon I gave in and found the Flexeril in the medicine cabinet. The boy showed up as I was sleeping off the effects of the Flexeril, nearly insisting that we go out. I settled on the place closest to me. (It is wonderful having a bar literally within crawling distance.) The Flexeril was OK but it needed the help of some red wine. (By Sunday, I decided it was best to switch to the Tylenol-3 which has been working wonders.) When we got to the bar, he then sat there playing air guitar. Ummmm. Are we 17? Then I remembered that he had been at band practice and kind of smelled like a distillery. I asked how much he had had to drink while at practice. Once I received the answer, I realized that I had a lot of catching up to do.
Tonight I have been subjected to a great deal of whining over the phone. All because he did not plan well. Do I have to say, "Leave me and take care of your business." I think not. Yet another irritating thing. I hope this is not a pattern.
I also plan to delve more into why he has not seen his mother in FOUR years. That just doesn't seem right.
For now, he is here to stay. We'll see how that goes.
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