If I Strip for You Will You Strip for Me?
Now there’s a way to get you to read my blog, right? Well before you get your shorts all in a bunch, stay with me for a minute. I’m on a bit of an 80s nostalgia kick. No reason in particular.
No, that’s a lie. There are lots of reasons, actually. First of all, my eldest daughter just got back from the trip of a lifetime to Israel – the same trip I went on when I was 15 in 198…never mind. And now she’s graduating from middle school in a week so that means she’s going to high school. No more elementary school. No more noodle art. No more pajama day. No more swim team (we actually never did that but it fits with the theme of my post so don’t judge). No more things you do when your kids are little that you can’t wait to never have to do again but now you really won’t have to do them again so you’re sad that you’ll never get to do them again.
So yah, I’m thinking about the 80s. A time when I made mixed tapes with songs from Adam Ant and Squeeze and John Cougar Mellencamp (he wasn’t just John Cougar then) and a splash of George Winston. Tapes that I find in old boxes and my kids ask “What is that?” that look like this:
So, I’m left with my nostalgia and that “Wow, life really does go by in a blink” feeling. Which it does. Really. Crazily. How does that even happen when Mondays just seem to drag on?
I rarely eat steak. I almost never cook it. Mostly because I don’t know how. Or didn’t know how, I should say. But in honor of my daughter’s return to the USA and my very strong nostalgia from the 80s I decided it was a perfect thing to make. So I learned how. And man, it was good. No grill involved. Just one SIZZLING. HOT. PAN. And some Adam Ant on the Sonos.
We’re just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?