Saturday morning I took the Girleens + an additional child to the park and the weather was pretty warm, the sky boundlessly blue and, because it was Saturday, I’d lingered over my coffee, which always gives my day a rosy glow. All these things combined, along with the fact that I was willing to engage the kids (one of whom was mopey) in a rousing game of Follow the Leader, convinced me for about 7.3 minutes that I was … if not a wonderful mother, a pretty damned nice one.
And me? I admit it: I spent the one free hour I had this morning Googling college roommates I’ve lost touch with. I don’t know what possessed me, but there you go. I won’t bore you with the a list of the legion of things people I once knew have done: let’s just say being a guest at the White House is in there (I submit this to show their fame, not because I really want to go to the White House), along with being on TV. Every single one of them looks exactly the way they did twenty-four years ago.
Sometimes the World Wide Web is the Devil’s right hand.