Middle son “bridged” from 8th grade forward into the terrifying unknowns of High School today, and of course the Puddinette and I attended the ceremony. Sadly, I didn’t have anything “graduation” appropriate in the drawer, so I let said son choose my socks for the occasion. He selected with these, thinking that the event called for at least a soda fountain visit, if not an honest to goodness milkshake.
Truth be told, soda fountains can be a bit of a challenge to find in 2018, but I’m confident we’ll work something out. And now school is out and summer is upon us, and, well, ain’t nobody disappointed about that.
Have a great weekend out there, and try not to set the place on fire.
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