Before Beauty

Last week, I complained about feeling old amongst kids I used to babysit. But I forget how much fun it is to hang out with people who've known me for years. Like the good folks of BP. One of the best things about hanging out with BP'ers is that no matter what, sooner or later, the conversation turns to past staff. And having been on TBPM periphery for so long means that I have seen a lot of staff through the years. Like one Sir Abshire.

I've mentioned this before, but I like to tell people that Dusty and I became friends when I was in the eighth grade (it was the week of my graduation- I had to skip a day to speak at my graduation) and he was my college-age counselor. Because that sounds shady. Just like telling people I live with my former service camp counselor.

Tonight, I brought out the same line and story, only to be called out by Glenna. And Glenna is a code I haven't been able to crack in the last 10 years. Her smarts can stun me into silence.

Glenna: Are you saying that I'm old? Because he's younger than me.

Moi: ... the quiche was delicious?