not dead yet
Thursday, September 18th, 2008Tonight I had the pleasure of meeting a fun, talented group of area bloggers. When I got home, my littlest Doo-little demanded to know where I was, who I was with, and what I was doing as he dodged my questions about why he wasn’t sleeping yet.
I explained I was out with ____’s fabulous mom, which made his face light up with recognition. I also mentioned having a beer with the younger brother of someone I sat next to in 7th grade.
“Oh.”
His brow furrowed.
After careful consideration of exactly how long it’s been since I was in middle school, he asked “Is he still alive?”
Don’t worry, Kevin, I assured him that you are a mere youngster, still clinging to this mortal coil for all it’s worth.
Which makes me happy. Because I can’t imagine having drinks with a corpse would have been nearly as entertaining.
