No, really? When did that happen?
I thumbed through Devin’s freshman yearbook today which, by the way, is twice as thick as any of mine were and all in color. (Mine had Sr. Pix in color, a few pages in the beginning and the rest was black & white, baby!)
I digress. While looking at the pages for “Spirit Week” I saw the usual: Pajama Day, School Colors Day, etc. And then I saw it…. 80’s Day. A picture of a toothpick of a girl, wearing her Neon-Maddona-New Ro amalgam of an outfit, complete with side ponytail on top of her head.
And it hit me: Is this how our parents felt when we went skipping off to our own Spirit Weeks dressed as 60’s love-child-hippies? As poodle-skirted, leather-jacketed, Happy Days wannabes?
Did my mom’s heart hit her stomach when she realized that her childhood memories were now someone else’s costume party? ugh. Sorry about that, mom.
Right now I believe I’ll put on a little Flock of Seagulls and go rustle me up a Bartles & James. Cheers!