the big day was upon us

so, how'd we celebrate?

First, St.Francis of course, get those miles in kiddies! Then shower, back to Hicksville.

Got to the school-each fam was given 2 tix, good thing. The fucking place was PACKED. Now, bear in mind, there were about 200 delinquents graduating, plus 400 of their parents, keepers. Ouch. One sweaty ass gym. No a/c. But, absolutely worth it!!! Worth every boring ass fucking speech "I'd like to thank the Parents, Administration, Teachers, and of course..." Really, EVERY goddamned speech had that as the intro. And there were 7 of them. DAYUM. But, there was Spike, hairy bastard. Looked good, made my year. He's popular in his class, as well he should be. God bless him, he done good.

After all the drama, It's hospitalization and subsequent dementia, all the changes we've experienced, he graduated. At least, as of now, he's qualified to live in a trailer in Arkansas. Now let's improve on that. Never thought I'd see this day. One day, I hope he appreciates it's importance. Milestones matter. of course all he cares about is summer freedom, to which I reply-and this is different from what you did all year in what way?

We got home, It went to get It's hair done. Now think: ummm...graduation...major life moment, and get the hair done??? So I hadda go to work, picked him up after school, dinner and a flick-Transformers. Hadda do SOMETHING, we had a blast! Love him, makes everything worthwhile. Hope It's hair falls out, selfish bitch.