Fellow Queens!

 

Someone please explain homecoming to me.

 

As a native of the east coast the whole thing is kind of foreign to me. But dang is it the big deal here in Dallas.

 

A huge, and I mean huge, part of it is the monster mums the boys bestow upon their beloved. I think they need to give the girls one of those old airline trays that flips up to support those things. I have advised the girls not to wear those little cami shirts to the football game. The sight of the giant, mutant mum practically pulling their shirts off may have been the boy-backed reason for the abnormal growth of these adornments. Makes sense to me.

 

And they aren’t even real mums! I have been informed that after the festivities they grace the walls of a girl’s room until she get weds and moves out forever. The ribbons trail behind them and are of course personalized. Nothing like your kid looking at you at 8pm and asking you to drive him to the craft store so he can pick up some sparkly stick on letters to make you feel you are part of the festivities.

 

The boys don’t get left out either. They get to wear garters on their arms. Their arms? The only time I think I’ve seen that is on members of a barbershop quartet.

 

But hey, when in Rome…

 

Or at least high school.

 

Reign On!

 

Queen Linda