Pierson asked me the other day if Harrison could come over. I'd already spent the day at the Dukes of Hazzard Reunion and I was DONE. I told him no way was I going anywhere else that day. No way, no how.
Ainsley involved her nosy little self in the conversation. "You didn't have to go to school all week like we did."
"Oh really?" I gave her The Look. "I went to school for all thirteen years, and then I homeschooled you ankle biters for another thirteen. What now?"
She scoffed. "But you didn't go this week."
She has upgraded from her laid back Janie to my cyclone Blitz in the horse world. After chasing him around the yard with the saddle yesterday, finally managing to tighten it while he whirled and twirled in moves that would make a professional ballet dancer jealous, she climbed on. He pranced and did some grande jete's. She looked a little nervous and said, "I hope I don't fall off and get hurt." Then she brightened. "But then I won't have to go to school tomorrow!" And they were off.
Scotlyn just pretty much stays in the mode of "you've ruined my life don't talk to me". It's kind of nice. Except she talks to me at will. I'd like it to go both ways.
Chad came over the other day and went to the Dukes Reunion with us. He spent the whole day complaining that it was a foretaste of hell. I couldn't argue. Three hours of waiting in line to meet Daisy and five people to go, she takes her lunch. Son of a gun. And worst thing - just as we got out of her line and went to meet Cooter, he closed his line and shut down for the day. He was the one I wanted to meet!
"Next year," Scotlyn says.
When hell freezes over, that's what I say.
Pierson is mellow. Give him an Xbox controller and he's happy.
Ask him how school was and get the same answer every day. Without looking up from the screen he says, "I hate it and you've ruined my life."
Mission accomplished.
