1. Leave big monster project (BMP) with minimal information to two people in two different office locations, in two different departments, that do no speak the same lingo (I - technical, her – creative/artistic), and one person who has never heard a word about BMP.
2. Promptly, leave the state.
Work stinks but that’s okay. I’m going home to Kiddo, who’s been gone with her dad all weekend, and my shit-for-brains dog (who successfully door charged twice this weekend) and there’s no place I’d rather be.
My baby sister’s eighth grade graduation was Friday morning (she is officially the first [& youngest!] of us kids to ever don a graduate’s robe) which was well and fine and cloudy and COLD. The principal pronounced her name wrong. It is said just as it’s spelled but there’s always an ethnic twist thrown in for good measure, or a pulling on the short e to make it long. I almost forgot to clap because I had no idea who they announced for that particular award. But diploma is hand, fancy dress clad – she finished middle school and moves on to high school in just a few months.
Excuse me, I’ve been mindfucked.
My sister is a decade and some change younger than me and she is going into high school. CHRIST ON A CRACKER, PEOPLE.
There was a house party to celebrate, and about twenty puberty stricken teens filled my parents’ house. I’d gone over to help clean and decorate and then sit back with my (pot & a half of) coffee and watch the going-ons. The highlight for me was seeing how she busts right the fuck out of her shell with her friends. Her laughing face dancing in front of the DJ booth almost had me in tears. But I am not my mother.
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