Jennifer jumped into the car and declared she was brittle (pissed) last week.
Her friend Adam,the one who slept on our couch a few times during x-mas, was grinning like the cat who swallowed the canary outside the Auburn High School gym.
"What's up?"
Apparently during the wrestling tourney that Auburn had against Graham-Kapowsin, a couple of the varsity guys started clustering around Jennifer like bees to honey, to use the trite phrase.
"They were hot, mom, totally hot! And Adam comes over and starts giving them the stink eye and asking what do they think they are doing, like he's my boyfriend." Which he's not.
The guys, quickly noting the alpha-dog syndrome, scatter, which leaves a grinning Adam and as I said, brittle Jennifer.
"Your dad probably has him on the payroll," I said, only half-kidding.
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