Also. My baby is an antisocial little pill who needs a sensory deprivation chamber whenever he travels away from home. This weekend we went to Oxford, MS and jumpin jimminy on a pogo stick, was it ever a workout. I guess I know deep down that it's a problem of our own making since he has such a routine existence, but damn. There was a lot of crying because strangers were getting up in his grill, and there was crying because naps were missed, and there was crying because things were different, different, different. Yes, we were Those People with That Child on the plane trip back. Karma is paying me back for every single eye roll I ever directed towards a crying baby back when I was young and oh-so very foolish, oh yes she is. I am wore out and need another weekend, please, if that can be ordered right up.
We were ostensibly in Mississippi for BK's 20-year class reunion, although BK, in typical anticsocial BK behavior, blew off all the events except for one. Still, from that one mixer I am very impressed with the OHS Class of '86, as it beats the pants off of the WHS Class of '94. There were neurosurgeons, and lawyers, and businesspeople, oh my! The shit was catered, had live music, and there was a commemorative t-shirt as a parting gift. My 10-year reunion was in a barn with a couple of kegs. You can see why I'd be impressed.
At least the kid is cute, right?











