Even though I’ve been out of school for a million years the school year still sort of defines my year. I just don’t see Christmas as the end of a year. Maybe it’s because when the kids go back to school it’s the beginning of my favorite season. I don’t know. This time of year always reminds me of my senior year in high school. Going up to the lake on skip day (if you didn’t miss any school days & you had good grades you didn’t have to take your exams so you could skip a day or two. Can’t remember how many). Taking the SAT exam. I took mine just one time, the morning after a fun night out and without the help of an SAT tutor. I still scored pretty well, thank goodness. Graduation. Prom. All the prom themed tv shows are certainly bringing back memories. When I was getting my hair done last time there was a boy there getting his prom haircut and eyebrow wax. Boys in my day certainly didn’t do any manscaping! I tell ya, how great would it be to go back and have that feeling of practically zero responsibility and your biggest worry is what you’re going to wear to prom or how you’ll score on the SAT? Sigh.
I asked CSP who did he take to the prom? I don’t remember was his reply. Who was your first kiss? I don’t remember. Your first date? I don’t remember. Your first hanky panky? Again, I don’t remember. How is this possible? He barely remembers our first date. Or where he puts things. Or what we did yesterday. Me? I can tell you every detail of every prom I went to. All about my first crush, first kiss, first heartbreak, etc. Sure, some other details get a little foggy (like where I put my back up pair of glasses), but milestone events? I’ve got that down. So how does he NOT know?? Is this a man thing? Or has CSP just started seriously losing his mind??