My kids are awesome. Why? Well, we went to some friends' house for an almost-2008 get-together, and seeing Dude dressed in a crisp white golf shirt and khakis brought out the teenage rebel in me, compelling me to dress like this:
And neither Chloe nor Mylo questioned it. They didn't say, "Mama, what's with the dog collar around your neck?" And you know, the rose on my Harley Davidson t-shirt was kinda pretty. They just went with it. But I think DH was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't find anything to say. That is, until we pulled up to our friends' house. He turned to me and said, "My friend's sister is in there." Now, I don't know this lady. I figured the only people in there were all people I knew. And I'm not teenage rebel enough anymore to present myself to strangers with an S&M dog collar around my neck. So I took off the dog collar and tucked it inside my purse that said, "Precious and Important" on the outside.
Anyway, turns out the people I didn't know were tired and went to bed early. So I brought out the dog collar. Now, these people are totally straight, nice people. The freak factor is pretty low with this group of friends--not like some of you shady-ass mofos out there. But I love you all the same.
But they wanted to see the dog collar, so out it came. Their kids were amused. But not amused enough to hang around and watch me read tarot cards, when they could be playing Playstation. So off they went. I'm just another old weird person to them.
So this is the thing. I read folks' cards for 2008. But I haven't read my own yet. My ritual/tradition is to do it before the year makes another turn. So I already broke tradition. Of course, you could understand why, I'm sure. But today, I will read the cards. Better 3 days late than not at all.
One thing that I know for sure about the future: my hair will grow back. And when it does, both Dude and I are going to dye it some fucking rad color(s). He and I had a discussion about the whole "going bald for solidarity thing," but what we decided is that we'd rather celebrate the regrowth than to make a statement about the chemo poisoning. I can't say he wholeheartedly agreed to dyeing his hair, but now he can't really back out. Besides, he will be the raddest/baddest looking prof on this side of the continent. So cast your votes, folks! What color(s) would you like to see the prof and his better half have on their heads?
Here's to 2008!