Argh. I am not old enough to be dealing with things like... oh, I don't know: PROM! CLASS RINGS!!! What happened? Did I find a vortex and get sucked into a time-altering reality? Yes, that must be it. Has to be.
My oldest daughter is 15, in 10th grade. She was asked to prom by a senior.
And, add small town life. Ready for this?? I go to the florist today to get the boutinerre for the dude. Me: I need a boutinerre.
Old lady: For who?
Me: ~BLINK~ Uhh... for my daughter's date to the prom. White.
Old lady: Rose okay?
Old lady: What's your daughter's name?
I tell her my daughter's name.
Old lady: OH! She's going with that tall boy... Andy something.
Me: ~BLINK~ (Insert about 10 seconds of silence here. To really appreciate that, count to 10 slowly and realize what kind of lapse in conversation that is!) Uhh, yes, Andy.
Old lady: He was in here this morning order her flowers! He got white roses with silver ribbon.
Me: Oh! Good! So they can match then.
She shows me out the back door (I had to park in the back - the parking up front is weird) and waves the ticket to a lady making arrangements. "We have Andy's boutinerre order so we can make them match now!"
Me: Still speechless. Small town, I'm a'tellin' ya.
THEN, my daughter comes home today and what does she have? The freakin' order forms to get her senior ring. I swear, it didn't seem that long ago when I was in prom dresses and getting MY senior ring. What the heck happened?!?!