<p>:::Sliding my glasses down my nose and peering over them while formulating a plan to slip Cheers my Old Maid card:::</p>
<p>Mooty, thank you ever so much, dear, for the ever so cute pictures of the charming alpine marmots. Creme de marmot, eh? Is that anything like Creme de Menthe? Can you mix it with brown sugar and coffee, schlurpp some whipped cream on top, and call it an Irish Coffee Special? MMmmm. I'll have one of those, and here's to TSFH's A-OK AP! :)</p>
<p>For inquiring minds who want to know, yes, sluggerina fell head over for a visiting grad student. At the end of the month, he's supposed to go back to his family farm in the Old Country where, evidently, his parents spend their days spinning wool and harvesting crops with the community sickle. He was blind or deaf (possibly both) as a child, but overcame his physical limitations with sheer brilliance. </p>
<p>In recognition of his transcendent mental superiority, his university job at the Genius Institute extended his project for a month past the end of Spring Quarter. So, sluggerina invited him to move in with her. The apartment is trashed, and we've yet to see a krone or a doubloon out of this guy. :mad:</p>
<p>this is the only room that truly frightens me. All this unbridled wit and innuendo flying overhead makes me feel like a kid at an adult party. I just popped in to say hello so you can retain your AA status without challenge. What is the name for the female version of the stag party? I can't recall,..
(runs off while giddy legs still support him)</p>
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<p>It shouldn't be hard. I'm notoriously thick when it comes to cards. Of course I am nearly 18 hours ahead of you, living in a different day altogether. Catch me if you can, slugg.</p>
<p>Now, what was the short skinny on how sluuggerina got rid of BF #1? Did she see the lgiht at Thanksgiving? And, pray tell, are you hinting that the new BF is Austrian? </p>
<p>My real fear is that I will never think the prospects are good enough for me...<em>ahem</em>...I mean S1 and S2. Of course. ;) Silly me.</p>
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I'm not sure that BF#1 is out of the picture, and I'm like the Madonna Vogue video, switching hands over my eyes and ears so I don't have to know the details. I'm more than hinting that BF#2 should be hucked off the poop deck -- aaargh! -- for being a pilferin' scoundrel. </p>
<p>The sluggmother of the bride will be wearing woolen socks and chain mail. I know I left my cast-iron bra around here somewhere... :)</p>
<p>Haven't you taught that girl how to punt or atleast drop kick so that she can kick them far, far away? Maybe Aires, got a pair of steel toed boots we can loan her. Use us as a threat. </p>
<p>Tell her you"ll have to drag her down to SA to talk to us if she can't get rid of them once and for all.</p>
<p>EWWWW, just the thought of the possibility of having the BF father from hell back at your house...</p>
<p>take a load off your feet you deserve to just keep em coming for a while.</p>
<p>Bloody Mary for Slugg. We'll pour the vodka down your throat now (hey, I'm still cut off, so sobering up nicely!), with tomato and Worcheshire to follow, if you desire. </p>
<p>No steel-toed shoes, although my self-defense instructors always say that I have the best kick they've ever seen. </p>
<p>Still vote for stun-gunning him and dragging him into the bowels of the earth, never to be heard from again. Or, if he's particularly heinous, we'll give him a sex-change operation and send him to live under the Taliban.</p>
<p>Hello all! Alumother here from Hawaii! Spent close to a week on the beautiful isolated Big Island, now spending a day in the palm-treed zoo they call Waikiki. Picking up the boy creature who will soon be my Junior From the Land of Smartypants Underachievers. He has been at CTY and I swear to god the child told me (luckily for him it was sheepishly) even here the material is not really challenging. Great. That and $0.99 means you only need $0.01 to have a dollar. Good thing he is sweet or I'd think he was a jerk:). Perhaps we should set up a camp for all these high-intelligence boys who don't give as much of a damn as they should...</p>
<p>Mai tais for all. Just love reading this thread like this, with a whole week of unread postings.</p>
<p>How much facial hair do your guys have? Mine have had huge uptakes in focus and ambition with each shot of Man Hormone. The 20 year old is firing six out of eight cylinders, I'd wager. Should be primed for graduate school.</p>
<p>Take heart girls. The smartypants slackers won't make it to HYP undergrad but it doesn't matter.</p>
<p>Ariesathena, you are a goddess among goddesses! Care to join me in the tangerine booth while I sip a cup of goddess elixir and snap kick the effigies of BF#1 and BF#2? :) It'll be fu--uunn!</p>
<p>Aloha, Alumother! A Hawaiian mother's response to snarky children:</p>
<p>LOL. V. amused by my cyberbuddies. What a very very clever bunch you all are. May you live long and prosper. I mean it.</p>
<p>SBMom, I suggested Swarthmore to my S once and he told me, "Mom, they cancelled their football team because it didn't support their academic environment. That is the kind of school I would LEAST like to go to." Probably no hope of U Chi. I am now thinking University of Michigan, Boston University, University of Texas, University of Wisconsin - anywhere that there is so much going on they can't possibly say that EVERYONE is stupid and annoying:).</p>
<p>Cheers - in other words, I'm on board with waiting for the Man hormone to kick in. BTW, guess what I just did. Had my first ever surfing lesson. Go Alumom!</p>
<p>Slugg - Mahalo. I will say that to my snarky darling.</p>
<p>Aries - I have a redheaded daughter. I will be very curious to hear your experiences.</p>
<p>Moot - I told you TSFH will be hiring all of us in a few years.</p>
<p>Aloha all, off to hunt down the perfect dish of ramen.</p>
<p>sluggbugg: I've followed the saga of BF#1 from away back. My D also had a long-term HTH who lasted through the first year or so of college. We didn't like him all that much; thought he was kind of safe but dull. Then she had a few short-term BFs, and then the Bad<em>B-F. Seven years older than she is, dead-end (or no) job, lives at home with Mom! Oh, also no car so she drove him around. My H just had a fit. Bad</em>B-F broke her heart and caused her major emotional problems at college. All that time BF#1 remained a friend and is now still somewhat in the picture. And now somehow he doesn't seem quite so dull...</p>
<p>How do you know Hawaiian? I wouldn't mind some sort of fruity drink with a little paper umbrella about now.</p>
<p>Okay, BF#2's stock just went up...sort of. It appears that the impoverished Viking grad student (a.k.a. BF#2) sold the farm, bought a yacht, and is sailing to Sweden with his mom & pop this summer. Um, so much for the "everybody is poor in the old country" excuse for not paying us any rent. ;)</p>
<p>Is it possible that I'm obliviously living the prequel to the 1991 Steve Martin version of Father of the Bride? Annie, the daughter in the movie, was twenty-two -- check. The boyfriend, Brian, spent a lot of time in Denmark and had Danish relatives who needed to be flown over for the wedding -- um, check. They had a younger son who parked cars in the front yard -- CHECK!! :::gulp::: </p>
<p>At least, the daughter in the movie was a college graduate. :o</p>
<p>Needed to get this further up the page, and I'm buying once again. I'm having a shot of whiskey (Scotch to us Yanks) in a snifter in celebration of my daughter's latest news...she received yet another outside scholarship, leaving her very grateful parents with less than $5000 in payments to make this year. All those long-shot, nothing-ventured-nothing-gained applications paid off in a big way; nothing huge when taken individually, but collectively they sure do add up. After I finish up here, I'm giving my daughter a huge hug. She gave us the breathing room we needed to recover from my husband's extended period of unemployment (almost two years), and I'm ever so grateful that she took it upon herself to write all those *&?! essays to help us (and herself) out. Here's to selfless kids...</p>