And I was living proof of that on Friday.
Jeffrey graduated from college this weekend. Obviously, I knew that in advance. Originally, I'd planned to cruise down there in the 1979 Lincoln, but my daughter wanted to go. So, on Monday, I sent Patrick to the junkyard to buy 2 new wheels for my winterbeater Cadillac, get a tire on one (the other tire looked good) and have the studded snow tires replaced. I should know not to put Patrick in charge.
Friday it was do-or-die time for my new dress. So I started at noon, whined at a friend via email a couple of times, and finished at 5:36PM. Yes, I was counting. The fabric was a s-o-b. I almost quit several times. But I got it done.
40 minutes later, I had packed for my dearly beloved and me, directed the boys in packing, and gotten everything rounded up and into the car. Backing out of the garage, I took up mumbling ferociously. Hubby looked at me strangely. Once out of the garage, I started to make a turn, went about 3 feet and took up bellowing HBO words. They looked at me like I was nuts. I bellowed, "The (expletive deleted) tire is flat!" "Can't be!" More HBO words, and, yes, the one we didn't buy new was flat. Worse yet, the morons had cross-threaded one lug nut, and it broke off as we tried to change the tire.
My son Dan has a Caddy like mine, but a couple of years older, and the driver's seat is pretty beat. So he tossed its keys to his sister, helped the boys transfer all the stuff from one car trunk to another, and we headed off in a different car. I rode in the back, and I have to say that being chauffered isn't bad. I'd still rather drive, but not in a car with a bad seat. So we made it around midnight, spent graduation day with Jeffrey, and my beautiful daughter sweet-talked a traffic cop into letting her park right near a door so her poor mother wouldn't have to walk far with her cane and all (props help).
It was not that big a graduation - just the college of business and economics - about 400 people. I counted the seats; there were 540, and not all were filled.
Jeff was right in the front row. I'm pointing him out for you, although he's pretty obvious.
And here he is, carrying his newly minted Bachelor of Science in Economics. I hope it helps him get a job soon.
Cass promptly took his cap. She also stuffed Ryan under the statue of Jerry West (whoever he may be).
Jeff's roommate really dressed for the occasion. I'm proud that Jeff decided to wear pants.
Hope you all had a great weekend!