Sunday, May 24, 2009
Me this morning: "It's official. I don't want to go back to college."
Husband: "Well, that's good because you can't go back to college."
But boy did I try last night. I was all smiles, sipping Pinot like water, chit chatting. One of our stops along the way? Bar -- a famous New Haven haunt. On the beer menu, I pointed to the first beer and laughed.
Me, giggling: "Toasted Blonde? I hope that's not what I am by the end of the night."
Husband: "Me too."
And a couple hours later, things got a tad toasty for this blonde. Calm down. Not too toasty. Not old school college toasty. But still. Toasty enough that I woke up this morning and said those words I'd honestly never thought I'd utter. Toasty enough that I've repeated them over and over all day. I do not want to go back to college.
No. After watching my brilliant sis don that cap and gown and graduate tomorrow, I want to go back to my girls and my cats and my new utterly boring and far less toasted sensibilities.