Saturday, January 31, 2015

He's Sweeter Than A Wedding Mint Wrapped In Marzipan Dipped In Syrup And Rolled In Brown Sugar

No. I'm not talking about Farmer H. I'm talking about The Pony. That boy is just the sweetest thing!

He has been communicating for months by text and email and all means electronic with a little gal he met at his Missouri Scholars Academy reunion. He is quite smitten. Two days ago, he showed me her picture! All this time, he has been pointedly not giving out details. Even going so far as to shout, "Yay! PERSON!" when his phone gives a little text vibration tone.

I looked at the picture she sent him, and said, "You've been texting a while this evening. Your phone is hot."

"Uh huh. Just like her!"

"I think you need to work on your pick-up lines. That's not going to fly."

Apparently The Pony has mentioned PERSON to his circle of nerd friends at school. They are, after all, the closest thing he has locally to HIS PEOPLE. Even the principal made a mention of PERSON.

The Pony must really be getting comfortable with his long-distance connection, because he even showed PERSON's picture to his grandma Friday during our post-bill-paying visit. As we left the parking lot later, I told him, "You need to make sure you treat PERSON right. Girls get their feelings hurt over the least little things, and guys don't always understand that."

"Oh, I'll treat her right. You're the best things that ever happen to us."

I don't deserve him.

5 comments:

Sioux said...

He was saying that about you, his mother?

If that's the case, he'll make a great boyfriend. Some kid who thinks of his mother like that will treat every girl in a nice way...

Hillbilly Mom said...

Sioux,
He was saying that about women. AND I'M INCLUDED!

Apparently, he realizes that he will need somebody to remind him to breathe in, breathe out...and not eat six-week old bologna...and tell him when his clothes don't match...and warm food in the oven or heat it in the microwave.

And he wants someone to hold his big ol' bear paw.

Kathy's Klothesline said...

This what happens when I read your posts out of sequence. He has redeemed himself and will be a good boyfriend! Not making any sense? Read my comment on the blog following this one. Still confused? Could be the double dose of pain meds I "accidentally" took.

Kathy's Klothesline said...

Did I spell sequence right? It looks wrong, but then I live among people who would spell it "sequins".

Hillbilly Mom said...

Kathy,
If, as that smart-mouth friend of Jamie Lee Curtis yelled at Michael Myers in the loony-bin station wagon in the original Halloween, "Speed kills!", then I think you are perfectly safe.

Sequence looks right to me. Perhaps not to Dolly Parton, but it does to me.