She wasn't injured. All is well. I'm just up to my eyeballs in projects. I went on my last field trip yesterday and Wednesday is the last hurrah at our school. I'm buying waterproof mascara. That's all I'm saying.
So, what I wanted to say last night: I own too many pairs of adidas sweats. It's true. I often run around town with no makeup on. But oh how I love the fashion and makeup from the forties. I'm a sucker for a good red lipstick and a stylish hat.
I even tolerate the implausible plot line in Pearl Harbor so I can fawn over Kate Beckinsale's wardrobe.
So, when I arrived at the USO show Saturday, I had to stop myself from being the creepy 'old' mom, telling the teenagers in Lexi's choir group they just look so darn purdy.
And they sounded fabulous.
Look at my own personal Rosie the Riveter. (Lexi's on the left.) Aren't they darling?
We packed the aviation museum. My Grandma even seemed to have fun, and why not? It's her music, her time and my heart softened, watching her mouth all the words.
(The orchestra that accompanied the girls was made up of seniors. Seniors that kicked butt.)
I want to tell you more. I want to, I do. But I am starting to ramble and my time is up.
[Crazed mother closes her laptop and runs this way and that and thanks God school is almost over...]