As I have mentioned on several occasions, like here and maybe here and OK well here too, I love the friends that the Progeny have made over the years. Such wonderful kids, or should I say young adults, with their own personalities. All unique.
They make me laugh and smile and want to take endless numbers of pictures of them. The whole picture taking thing is just part of the process. They know it is going to happen.
So, it is almost time for college to begin again and Shoe Queen is getting ready to back to those halls of higher learning but as one last “hurrah!” some of her friends were here over night to eat all my snacks and make strange noises in the basement and sleep three to a bed and wake me up at 2a with slamming doors and…..
The entire group couldn’t be here darn it. Some have gone back to school already (That Nice Greek Boy) and some had other commitments. And don’t be too worried, Shane didn’t stay overnight. He was just here for the food and the crank phone calls.
They all roll their eyes at me when I come at them with the camera, shooing them outside so that I can snap endless versions of the same picture. See the girl with the green scarf, the one that is second from the left. Well, her momma does the exact same thing thank you very much so they should be used to it by now. It is the prerogative of parents to take endless pictures of their children and friends doing endless things.
Stepping off soap box now.
So we took a bunch of pictures and then I let them go back to grazing through my kitchen, eating the pita chips and the tortilla chips and having ice cream with peaches and drinking pop. They skeedadled to the basement and I went back to watching something educational on the TV, like The Real Housewives of New Jersey. Or maybe Smithsonian or something.
And after a while I started to hear some really strange noises coming from the basement.
What the heck is that? It sounds like Beaker from The Muppets Show. And what are those other sounds? And there is laughter. What the heck is going on?
So I crept downstairs, taking my camera of course, and what do I find….
Sorry for the quality of the picture. It is hard to sneak and take pictures at the same time.
They were making crank phone calls to people that they knew and old boy friends and such.
Hello!! What are we 9 rather than 19? They were all speaking into the phone in odd voices and making sounds.
After a very short period of time I decided that it was just better not to know. Ignorance is bliss.
And when the prank phone call cops show up at my door I can, with confidence, quote Sgt. Schultz from Hogan’s Hero’s…………
I KNOW NOTHINK! NOTHINK!
Ignorance is my friend.