|Bobbi, Fran The Balloon and Stormtrooper after The Bridge To Brisbane|
"You're not even my YOUNGEST friend," I remember telling Bobbi.
"Yeah, well you're certainly my OLDEST!" she replied.
Cheeky. You can see why we're friends.
Merle and I are soulmates. She's older than MY mother, but she's not my mother. We have a privileged relationship without that strain of maternity.
As a bridge between generations, I feel obliged to share what women learn as they get older with the young ladies out there.
It doesn't get better than this.
|Andrew. So sweet in his new school uniform. But who is picking up those scraps of paper on the floor behind him?!|
I reran Whitney Houstons' Cinderella the other day. The one with Brandy as Cinderella and that really cute Filippino Prince. After getting sidetracked with how interesting it was that a black mother and a white father could have a Filippino son....
"Maybe they adopted," someone suggested.
"Whoopi Goldberg can do anything," I replied.
They weren't worried about the interracial family, just trying to figure out the genetics involved.
While I was trying to show how a man should treat a lady.
|Aidan and Coach Neil...one of the good ones!!!|
"No, like a person. With dignity and respect," answers Brandy /aka Cinderella.
Matthew did come out at one point, near the end, to check and see how things were going.
Stunned shock and surprise.
"Hey, hey Aidan. Come here. Quick. The shoe. Look. The shoe."
They both stood in silence before the telly, mini maces and bludgeons clenched in their fists.
"I think it's going to fit her," Matthew finally breathed in relief.
"It is. It is." replied Aidan with excitement.
They both turned to report to me.
"Mom. The shoe fits."
And ran back into the playroom.
Honestly ladies, they've heard this story before.
I just don't think they get it.