Cum Laude and Meatloaf

So, what does cum laude mean? I received my diploma and noticed those two little latin words under my degree. I thought it ironic that I had to look up what it meant. I knew it meant with honors, but I didn't know what degree of honor. I guess it goes with getting lost on my way to the "honors" ceremony because of leaving the address at home (on purpose). I know how to make an "A" is what it means, nothing more. I found my grandfather's transcripts from way back when, from at least three different colleges. He was an "A" student of foreign languages. Now that deserves honor. I wonder if he felt as I do about this cum laude thing? I doubt it. He was a perfectionist according to my rebel mother. He wanted all of his children to make straight A's. Mother was a C student while her two siblings were A students. It drove him nuts. But she was so much fun! They were sticks in the mud. Well, the brother was anyway, I only know the sister through old letters I've been reading lately. She had a funny side, too, but she was proturbed with Mother for not being a good cook or cleaner. Hell, she was at the local creek having a ball! My mom. I'm glad she was easy-goin.

Our newly acquired renters called and said the person they were going to borrow the money from, for the security deposit, didn't come through, and asked if they could pay it on Monday. We told them sorry, and we rented it to the "brothers." I'm glad. These guys are Mexicans with a cool last name. Barry and I went to show the house to one of their wives and she adored it and was so happy to get it. After she left we notice fleas were all over us, so we ran to the store and bought some flea bombs and set them off.
We will be going back over there later to mow AGAIN and trim bushes.

I cooked a great supper last night: meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and collard greens.... ummmmm. I think I'll go heat some up for a snack.