Ketchup: the “I met a couple of girlfriends” edition

No, not my girlfriends, but the girlfriends of two of my sons.

I met Scott’s “not a girlfriend” at the UCO fireworks on the 4th. She’s a nice girl, a bit like Scott in a way. And, as much as Scott will deny it, there is a definite spark between them.

We got to UCO like an hour and a half before the fireworks were scheduled to begin. It was a long wait. The fireworks themselves were fantastic, as always, and it took much, much less time to leave the parking lot this year.

We were packing up everything after it was all over, and Amalia, in her 9 year old innocense, asked Sara if she was going to spend the night. Even in the near darkness I could see this girl turn 50 shades of red. I thought Scott was going to die of embarrassment!

After Jeff and I got back to Mom’s house (Mom chose not to go to the fireworks), I stayed up a little while, and just as I was ready to drop off to sleep, Daniel comes waltzing in with his girlfriend.

She’s a nice girl, but a bit troubled. Her family keeps this girl on a very short leash, and if she breaks their “rules”, more than likely it’s Dainel’s fault. She’s over 18 and doesn’t live at home, so what’s their problem?

That’s the part of the story I’ve been told.

She, however, did spend the night (!). She and Daniel fell asleep on the other couch. Then when I woke up a couple hours later to use the bathroom, her shoes and her diet Pepsi were still in the living room. I’m thinking, oh Mom isn’t going to like this. And she didn’t, but Daniel told her what happened.

There is more that happened over the holiday weekend, but I’m going to keep that to myself for a while.

Don’t want to “jinx” anything.

That’s all from where I sit.

–MorelaterZ–