My son has finished high school.

The Wendling has graduated high school. And to think there was a time, when he was first diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome, when his mother & I were worried that it might not happen. Mind you, he's still a long way from independence, which might explain why it hasn't been too emotional an occasion for me.

Aspiring Ex has not wasted time in laying down the post-high school law about how our son is to behave if he is to be a "good roommate". I asked about enforcement provisions. She says she has some in mind. I must say I'm curious about the details.

I have a cold that I probably caught from m'boy my son earlier this week. (Or maybe I caught it from a Queef? Ahem.) Aspiring Ex gave me some much-needed sudafed, which when mixed with alcohol at the celebratory dinner may have made me more entertaining than I really wanted to be.

SistaWendy [to Mr. Right Now]: Don't talk to me about piercings. I have two more words for you: dexterity test.
Natasha*: How about those Seahawks?

I may no longer be fit for the company of straight east siders. Except for Natasha, I'm OK with that.

Speaking of straight people with whom I have not much in common, AXMom was perfectly civil to me even if she didn't say much. I may not have to call upon the LJ brain trust for emergency corpse disposal after all. I must say, Mr. Right Now was awfully handsy with AX right across the table from her. I really should find out if AX ever told her mom they're poly.

Tomorrow: AX throws a party at the old place in the afternoon. I told her she's not allowed to have any last minute decorating emergencies again.



*The code name for my son's first and longest-serving sitter.