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I was at the mall the other day.
Saw three boys wearing black slacks, white button downs, and black ties.
OMG, that could totally be Kota, Victor, and Luke. Does that mean the Academy really is a real thing?!?
When I spied them again in the parking lot racing to “Kota’s” car, I took a picture. They were really moving, as if they had someplace to be. As if they had Academy business!
I had the strongest desire to follow them so I could meet all the Academy boys! Squee! That would be so totally awesome!
As I sat in my car staring at the picture, a thought drifted in. This could be considered creepy. And possibly illegal because these boys all look (and if they are really, truly from the Academy) underage. And I’m not so much underage anymore…
I deleted the picture.
Regret filled me as I drove home.
I totally should’ve followed them! Maybe I can start staking out the mall. They might return… At some point…
I was at a clothing store. Saw a cute shirt. Held it up. The tag says it’s my size, but it looks waaay too big to fit. Unfortunately there weren’t any other sizes. Maybe I can shrink it.
So I take it home. Try it on.
It fits perfectly.
Well, shit. Now I don’t want to wear.
“In a way, looking back, it seemed a long, long time since she had been eighteen, but in another way her memories were so clear and vivid that it seemed like yesterday.” -Helen Hooven Santmyer
I buried a St. Joseph statue in my yard.
Husband’s idea, not mine. I think it’s my nine-years-of-Catholic-school self that finds the idea of burying the statue of a saint UPSIDE DOWN morally repugnant. Continue reading