Graduation pictures were this morning. Not the
official ones. They’re done. Today was the cap and gown photo. So The Pony gave
me the form yesterday. I asked him several times which pose he wanted, just the
mortar-board head shot, or the waist shot showing him clutching that diploma,
and which background, and which extras.
“Graduation
pictures? I don’t even want them, really.”
“Then
you are, too. What kind of shirt do you have to wear? Collared, with a tie?”
“I don’t know. I was not told anything about this.”
“What
is everyone else wearing?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well,
you’re going to wear a shirt and tie.”
“Why? I’ll just wear one of my regular shirts.”
“Look
at the picture packet! It shows how they will look, and the guy in it has on a
shirt and tie. It will show at the neck of your graduation gown.”
“My other shirts have a collar.”
“A
floppy knit collar. None of which are white. How is that going to look with a
purple robe?”
“I don’t know. I really don’t care. I don’t want the
pictures anyway.”
“The pictures
are not for you!”
“Okay. If you want some. I’ll wear a shirt but not a
tie.”
“Dad might want pictures. I’ll wear a clip-on. But not
a real tie!”
“Pick
out a packet.”
“Let Dad.”
You can imagine how that went.
“I don’t care. It don’t matter to me.”
“He doesn’t care to have it taken!
You don’t care which one! I’ll get my phone and take a picture right now, and
that’s it! Fine! We’ll get this.”
“I want the
one showing the diploma in his hand.”
“Then
why didn’t you say so? FINE! Make a decision for once!”
Mrs. Hillbilly Mom hopes she was a dentist in her past
life. At least she would have been PAID for pulling teeth.
2 comments:
It sounds like a Three Stooges episode. At least you're Moe. ;)
Sioux,
And don't you forget it! Don't make me poke my fingers into your eyes!
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