This weekend Veritas, Val, and I planted flowers and worked on the beds in front of my house. I call it The Class of 2009:
Val said, "And look! All freshman again this year!"
Veritas said, "How about Death Row 2009?"
I did, however, have two sophomores and planted more of the hearty little things. Happily they were my favorites from Granny's garden:
While we were busy working, Vision was going to the prom. This is her with her best friend, Rachel:
The sling adds a certain something, does it not?
This evening I took Willard and his girlfriend, Autumn, to the band banquet:
Those of you who know Willard will get a chuckle out of the fact that his left arm is behind his back because he's hiding the Dr. Pepper he's holding.
When he was getting dressed he said, "My pants are too tight. I'm getting fat."
I said, "What are you up too now, porky? 33" waist? You're huge!!"
I actually thought about posting these because my cousin, Shaila, had posted pictures of her son's prom on her blog. She also posted pictures of her son before he left for a cheer banquet, and he was very California casual. I was cussing them both for having it so easy while I was pressing Willard's shirt and suit last night, let me tell ya!
The pumpkin called Sunday to say, "Has anyone got the swine flu at your house, Granny?"
I said, "Nope. But Willard smells like the swine flu!"
She started giggling and said, "I think that's what you have, Dad!"
She's only 4, but she's already got the family wit.