That boy whose room was so messy his mom actually called that TV show where a team comes to your house, sells the garbage (scary thought - to whom?), cleans, decorates, brings new furniture and makes the family swear you'll keep it up - yes, that boy! He's now a neat freak Army officer whose rare visits to his childhood home are distinguished by an irrepressible tendency to rearrange his mom's furniture. Our country is in safe and well-organized hands.
The girl who went to med school hoping to work with Doctors Without Borders? she fell in love. He broke her heart. It was 1953 all over again, says the Old Bat. Remember the Old Bat? sees all, knows all, understands all, tells no secrets... The girl is looking for a job, temping, trying to keep her student loans current. The Old Bat wants to live long enough to see her "settled."
"Settled" used to mean married. It doesn't mean that any more, the Old Bat tells me. She wants to see her girl in a stable relationship with someone who cares about her and puts her first. This story isn't over yet. We hope.
We all know them, we all know of them, maybe we are some of them: the stoner who cleaned up and is a pillar of the community, the rebellious girl with purple hair who settles insurance claims, the kid who moaned and whined about vegetables who blogs about his clean, green, healthy life. And sadly we've known the golden children whose lives take unforeseen, unwanted turns.