Monday, January 10, 2011

Daddy Get Your Gun

This is what Girl looked like at the ball the other night.

Her time was monopolized by a young man named Cole, or Chip, or something else that starts with a C.

He was not the young man we delayed our departure for.

He was just some other random guy who ended his conversation with, "Are you coming to the Ball in March? Okay, then I know how to find you."

Girl was like, "Whatever. Why are boys so weird?"

She doesn't get it.

But I guess that's a good thing. That she doesn't get it. She isn't vain. Or proud. Or too sexy for her shirt.

She's just girl. With blondie hair. And a dimple. And a cute figure. And...

Needless to say, Beloved knows how to handle it and he now has a better understanding of why my father didn't like him when we were dating.

They grow up so fast, don't they?


Travis Erwin said...

I can't imagine how much of an ass I'd be if I had girls of a dating age. Because I remember all to tell what i was thinking as a teenage boy.

patti said...

so fast. too fast. stop the speeding car, fast! waaaaa...

T. Paine said...

I feel your pain! Ammunition is expensive these days too!

Island Rider said...

She's beautiful!