So, a funny story.
Exhusband has a new girlfriend. He has dated some, and had one girlfriend that the girls knew a few years ago, but she was out of state and that was hard for him to maintain. I really like that he has someone, he is nicer, he seems happier, the girls seem to like that he has someone in his life.
They knew his other girlfriend, a few years ago, her name was Alison.
This new girlfriend, he has been seeing for a while and finally introduced the girls.
The new girlfriend’s name is Alison.
So, Red calls me last night and goes, “Mom, do you know Alison’s last name?”
And then she told me. And she goes, “I showed her your picture and she says she knows you.”
So, turns out, I went to college with her.
I didn’t know her very well, but my college was very small, so small, you at least know people by name and face.
At any rate, I am grateful that I know how sweet she was back then and likely, how sweet she is now and that she is good to my kids.
I can’t help but giggle, she was slightly dorky in the 90’s, sort of “behind the times” not that I was “all that”, but she used an awful lot of Aquanet back in 1995 turtlenecks in the summer and acid washed jeans and (yes I looked her up in the yearbook) there’s a picture of her dressed in slight Madonna garb, ten years past the Madonna era.