A couple of sons and friends~can't believe they told people I was their mom...
Jolley's mom and me~pre-move bustin'...
More youthful missionary moms~love these chicks...
And yet another, gorgeous Erica~looks too good for midnight...
The reason for attending midnight showings~where else can you wear your homemade Iron Man 2 costume? Nowhere, that's where.
OK~a riddle. What does popcorn, Dr. Pepper, Reeses Pieces, the jerk, the swim, the Q-tip, the snake, the sprinkler, the cabbage patch, the Saturday Night Fever pointer finger move, the trademark leg grab and jerk, the midnight showing of Iron Man 2, the pre-movie dance off competition and the winner of said competition, all have in common?
PRINCESS LISA, THAT'S WHAT!!! I KNOW!
And sure 'nuf, I threw my hip out again. BUT IT WAS CLEARLY WORTH IT, cuz I won a poster, which is PROOF that I rock. Literally and figuratively.
Now I know my triumph wasn't necessarily because of all those nubile young dance moves I mentioned above, because, let's face it, doing the Q-tip...Q-tip...and then throwing it away, isn't a serious threat to the kid bustin' a ghetto move on his shoulders, spinning around and around and around on the cement floor, until he grinds his shoulder skin off.
That right there is commitment (and stupid...and kind of gross.)
But I submit, that you cannnot underestimate the power of the compassionate youth who sees somebody's mother out there making a freaking farce of all that is Good and Holy, and like putting down a horse with a broken leg, ends it quickly and compassionately.
In the horse's case, a bullet to the head.
In mine, a poster in the hand.
Either way, IT IS DONE.
So yes, people, I know the spirit in which the victory was won. And I'm not proud. Well, actually, I kind of am. I'll take it. I'll take that Iron Man 2 poster and hold it close to my bosom. My heaving, sweating, bless my heart and my busted hip, bosom.
ALL FOR THE LOVE OF THE MISSIONARY SON.
Totally for him.
Not about me, people.
Not this time.
All about the boy.
Every last little bit of it...
You heard me.