…whatever. Last night the girls were all piled around my kitchen table talking about their upcoming finals at their respective colleges. Erin goes here, Stephanie goes there and Lacie goes yonder. And they all have different majors so hearing them each talk about this class or that class sometimes drives me nuts. Engineering, the brain, pharmacology, etc.

The topic last night was over a project that Lacie has to get done. Something about coming up with a Bio-Chem something or other to cure a disease. It can’t have been thought of yet. And she has to lay out how she would do it. I suggested coming up with the best anti wrinkle eye cream ever. You know, since things are either sagging or have bags around here. I think she has grander ideas but I still say she should create something to take away all the wrinkle and crinkles in my life.

So, sitting at my table last night…there was the next engineer of great things to come. The next person to take care of the crazies of the world. And the next person to find a cure for something we don’t even know about.  And we wonder where things get thought of. The kitchen table, for more than just eating. It’s where the future is thought of.