Warmth DOES cover the wind

When I was in the 3rd grade, Mrs. Drath, Stockdale Elementary School, life was good. We were "Drath's Dragons" and were in the lead for most books read between all of the 3rd grade classes. My desk was in the back of the room, close to the drinking fountain and I could even reach the trash can with a crumpled paper free-throw style. But that was only when my teacher wasn't looking. Because, let's face it,....I'm a rule keeper. Always have been. And always will be. Just ask the security people in any airport I've traveled recently. But that's another post.

Anyway, my color card was on green 99.9% of the time, my mom was giving me homemade cookies in my lunch that week, and I nailed the kickball in P.E. the day before bringing us ahead of Mrs. Pruett's class for the win. But my chinese jump roping skillz had gone flat, and I'd taken to playing soccer with a "not so popular kid who was nice" out in the farthest part of the field every recess. This had been going on for quite a few weeks and lots of the "popular" kids kept asking me "Why are you playing with so-in-so by yourself every day?" My answer was simple right? Cuz I want to.

Cut to Brain F. The most popular, hawtest thing that had ever hit Stockdale Elementary. He never paid me any attention. Ever. Until one fateful day he and his posse came strolling to the very end of the field where Daniel and I were passing the soccer ball around. Now....picture the scene, ....fog rolling in around the posse, Daniel and I holding our positions 10 yards apart, Brian F. taking a front and center position with his peeps flanking either side. And then THIS happens:

Brain F: Memzy, will you "GO WITH" me? (don't ask "go where?" cuz you gize know what that meant)

Memzy: (flushed and stunned with dumb look on her face)::breathlessly:: Yes

Brain F: I break up.

Cut to laughter and high fives as the posse un-flanks and walks back toward the playground. To Daniel's credit, he never said a word about it and acted like nothing had happened. We did some more sweet soccer kicks until recess was over and I got my skin back to it's normal color instead of the crimson red of embarrassment.

It may be interesting for you to know that later that year Brain F. asked me to go with him again fer realz, to which I played hard to get for obvious reasons. He finally begged me enough times (via, "mark yes or no" notes) for me to eye him over the trash can that joined our two classrooms and nod yes. I'm sure it was my skillz on the dodge ball court that finally made him notice me. Either that or my purple coolottes. We ended up "going together" until 4th grade and my mom spotted his name written all over my tennis shoes. She told me he wasn't such a nice kid and I promptly broke up with him the very next day. Rule keeper.

The reason I tell you all this is because yesterday while stripping the sheets of my middle boyer's bed I found this:




Soooo, yeah.