There's a new girlfriend around the house these days. Well, maybe she's not technically around our house, but she's around the school and at his games. Remember this post? Apparently, this girl is made of pretty strong, doesn't-embarrass-easily-when-faced-with-oddball-mamas, stuff.
Because they've been "official" for six days now. And she's not too shy to approach her boyfriend's mom on her own and introduce herself. She also introduced me to her best friend, who is right at this moment at the Homecoming dance with her while my booger-head son is out with his best friend. Which, while it confuses my old-fashioned and dance loving mom thoughts that say boyfriends should take their girlfriends to the Homecoming dance at the school, is apparently prior arrangements the both of them had made before the "official-ness" of their relationship and they decided to just go forward with them. Weird, but what do I know?
I really do think I like this girl. But I'm not telling him that. That would be the kiss of death in any high school relationship. And I can't do that, because he's making noises about actually taking her to prom if they're still together then. And we should all know by now just how much I want my son to go to school dances. It would be so much fun for me.
I mean for him. Fun for HIM.