May 21, 2006

FAIT ACCOMPLI

The graduation is over, the verloverly relatives have been sent packing with suitcase between their legs. The daughter is gradee'ated. And none too soon. Of course, now the cost of a child rises exponentially. In the olden days they turned 18, you slapped them on the ass (can't do that any more, of course) and said Be All You Can Be. Now we coddle them until they are wizened tenured academes, finally moving out of the house when they have their first grandchild.

So what. My girls are smart, actually. They have no desire to hang around me. I have created the Perfect Storm of See You Later. It's a gift, I concede. You're either born with it, or you ain't. At any rate, I'm very proud of my girl, and I know she, and her sister, will set the freaking world on fire.

Posted by Velociman at May 21, 2006 5:41 PM
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Congrats VMan.
You will wish your control back (joking) when they start to bring serious young men around.

You have done your bit.

Relax and crack a whip.

Rediscover the VWomen.
You know, that one you married, before the kids got put on your doorstep?

Chhers

Posted by: KeesKennis at May 21, 2006 6:03 PM

Congratulations! Sounds like you've done good.
Oh, and they're all capable of breaking in unlocked windows, doors or weepholes. We're into the "get a loan to pay for your extra semester so you can graduate" from college. They will hang around.
Gotta love'em.
Again, congratulations on a fine girl.

Posted by: Kim at May 21, 2006 10:07 PM

Congratulations! "Wizened tenured academes..." Gonna have to use me that line sometime.

Posted by: JohnL at May 22, 2006 1:02 AM

Well done to the V-daughter and the V-Man...I'm working hard to become one of those "wizened tenured academes"...I'll be slightly more "wizened", I'm sure though, than your lovely daughters...

Posted by: Lisa at May 22, 2006 9:18 AM

Mother had high hopes for me, too.

Now lookit. Broke, homeless, raging smack habit, full body sores, crabs....but I still gotsma college degree. TWO of em, even.

Tell em if their adventures ever lead them out here, look up ole Unkie bitteran and he'll buy them a eight ball and a fifth of Sauza.

Least I could do.

Posted by: bitterman at May 23, 2006 12:35 PM
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