{"id":937,"date":"2007-01-17T15:52:38","date_gmt":"2007-01-18T00:52:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/2007\/01\/17\/oh-my-gawd-people\/"},"modified":"2007-01-17T16:32:14","modified_gmt":"2007-01-18T01:32:14","slug":"oh-my-gawd-people","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/2007\/01\/17\/oh-my-gawd-people\/","title":{"rendered":"Oh. My. GAWD. People."},"content":{"rendered":"

The Situation:<\/strong>
\nThe Snow Ball high school dance, semi-formal, on Saturday.<\/p>\n

The Problem:<\/strong>
\nThe Boy cannot decide if he wants to go. He wants to, but then again, he’s too shy to ask TGHLSB to go with him, and he knows she’s going, but isn’t sure he wants to go stag, and hello! Teenage Boy version of Hell, right? Right.<\/p>\n

The Scene:<\/strong>
\n\"guardianofthefruit\"<\/a> We’re picking up the fruit (OMG. the FRUIT. I’m so SICK of FRUIT cases and costs and cases and organizing and phone calls and..!!!) with Auntie Ladybug. We’d been talking about the dance, and I started to tease him saying that I would call TGHLSB and ask her FOR him to at least see if she’s going to be there. He tries to steal my phone to make sure said call doesn’t happen.<\/p>\n

As we’re pulling away, he asks if we can go get french fries. I say no. Then amend it “Sure, if I can call TGHLSB and ask her to the dance.” He says, after long moments of silence as we hold up the traffic deciding which way we’re turning… “Ok! Call her! She’s not home yet anyway.” He either REALLY wants french fries, or he REALLY wants to take her to the dance. Either way, he possibly thought I wouldn’t do it. Hah. That lead to…<\/p>\n

The Smirk:<\/strong>
\nfirmly in place as I call, and talk to TGHLSB ‘s mom. And get HER permission for TGHLSB to say yes if she wants to. Permission granted. Much smugness from me which leads too..<\/p>\n

The Mortification:<\/strong>
\nthat’d be the cause for much blushing and omgMOM-ing in the back seat.<\/p>\n

The Alarm:<\/strong>
\nAuntie Ladybug helpfully sets her watch alarm for 15 minutes while we get him the requested french fries, marking the time TGHLSB would be home and could take my call.<\/p>\n

THE CALL:<\/strong>
\nMe: TGHLSB? Hi, this is Lessa, did your mom tell you I called?
\nHer: She checked the caller ID and said it was for me, but not anything else…
\nMe: Ahha! Well, see, The boy, he isn’t sure if he’s going to the dance on Saturday. Are you going?
\nHer: I hope so. I’m still working on getting permission and doing my chores.
\nMe: Ah – and are you going with anyone?
\nHer: Well, just a group of my friends, probably.
\nMe: Cool, well, here’s the thing. The Boy is a little shy, but he made a deal with me, so I’m calling for him. Would you like to go to the dance with The Boy?
\nHer: Oh…oooooh. Um. Did you talk to my mom?
\nMe: Yup. She said that if you would like to say yes, that you may, so it is up to you.
\nHer: Really? Well then, Yeah, I’d like to go with him. He’s so sweet – today he gave me his chocolate milk because I had white and don’t like it and so he traded! He’s so SWEET. And sometimes he carries my books to class for me too. He really is sweet.
\nMe: Well cool! I’ll tell him, and he’ll call later or talk to you tomorrow and we’ll letcha know when we’ll pick you up and everything.
\nHer: Very cool!<\/p>\n

\"smirksmall\"<\/a> The Result:<\/strong>
\nThe Boy – “OMG! PINCH ME!!! SHE SAID YES?!? PINCH ME!”<\/p>\n

Me: PINCH. Now call your Grampa and see if we can borrow the van.<\/p>\n

The BEAMING.<\/strong>
\nOmg people. The size of his grin. I am the COOLEST MOM EVER.<\/p>\n

The Panic:<\/strong>
\nOMFG. I just got my son his first date. It’ll only get worse from here. Kill me now.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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