Bye Bye Bad Boy
Aug. 1st, 2010 11:29 amFinished organizing and packing the Resident Teenager for camp.
“Will you miss me?” he asked, batting his unusually long eyelashes in my direction and I thought, Flirting with Mommy! What an innocent despite the Bad Boy veneer.
“Sure,” I said.
I wasn’t altogether lying: when we’re getting along, RTT and I have a strong connection, our personalities are very alike (if you can imagine me crammed into the body of a soon-to-be 16 year old boy.) He’d shaft me in a hot second, of course, if any member of the posse so much as crooked a little finger. Still I get the feeling he actually likes to talk to me, and understands the fact that his extremely congenial present tense – only fly in the ointment, really, is that due to ownership of TWO (count ’em) canines and my abysmal credit rating, we don’t live in Ithaca proper – is entirely his mother’s doing.
Still! Three weeks to think my own thoughts!!!!!
Also finished Run Catch Kiss (no commas!), Amy Sohn’s hilarious novel about her days (thinly disguised) as a fuck-and-tell columnist for The New York Press, the anti-Candace Bushnell as it were. I laughed and laughed.
“Will you miss me?” he asked, batting his unusually long eyelashes in my direction and I thought, Flirting with Mommy! What an innocent despite the Bad Boy veneer.
“Sure,” I said.
I wasn’t altogether lying: when we’re getting along, RTT and I have a strong connection, our personalities are very alike (if you can imagine me crammed into the body of a soon-to-be 16 year old boy.) He’d shaft me in a hot second, of course, if any member of the posse so much as crooked a little finger. Still I get the feeling he actually likes to talk to me, and understands the fact that his extremely congenial present tense – only fly in the ointment, really, is that due to ownership of TWO (count ’em) canines and my abysmal credit rating, we don’t live in Ithaca proper – is entirely his mother’s doing.
Still! Three weeks to think my own thoughts!!!!!
Also finished Run Catch Kiss (no commas!), Amy Sohn’s hilarious novel about her days (thinly disguised) as a fuck-and-tell columnist for The New York Press, the anti-Candace Bushnell as it were. I laughed and laughed.