This morning over breakfast and a nice strong cup of coffee I read Ask Amy. Drew read it first. “Who writes these letters? This one sounds made up. Not sure I like Amy’s answer,” he said in between bagel bites.
“I am 25 and recently ran into an old friend . . . ” the letter began. Apparently when he was in high school his friends (the popular ones) smoked weed and drank. His mom disapproved and so he stopped hanging out with them. Now he runs into this friend only to find out that this popular group all graduated college and are living on their own while he dropped out of college, lives with his parents, and has no friends. He ends with, “I should have stayed friends with these guys even though they did drugs because now I look like a loser in comparison. They made all the wrong choices and are winning in life. What’s left for me?”
Duh, 25? What’s left for you? My guess is that if he did remain friends with these guys in high school then he probably still would have dropped out of college, live with his parents, have no friends, and do drugs now. Gee, let’s see if I can pull out a quote from Amy’s answer. “My instinct is that your relationship with your parents might be at the root of your problems.”
So Drew and I read this and both of us were beaming. “Hey, we are such good parents.” We just made it difficult for the girls to hang out with friends (very few) that we didn’t care for. “Who are you with? Nice, but I have to pick you up in 10 minutes — early dinner tonight. I know 4 o’clock is a bit extreme but I’m hungry.” Hannah and Rachel were both home this weekend so we made them read Ask Amy. I don’t think we got the credit we deserved. A smile and a nod would have been much better than a giggle.
So our girls are alright. They like tasty cheese, fresh bread, good wine, and keep good company. Hannah says her hands shake and blames it on Drew. Rachel will never forgive me for the dark circles under her eyes. Some things are unavoidable.
Business as usual today. We took a ride to Best Buy, headed over to Iavarone Bros. and now we’re snacking on some good wine, fresh bread, and tasty cheese — all in good company. (It’s a family thing.)