Would you like freshly grated cheese on that?

Tonight I was working on our new site -- Snarky Pets -- and one of the pet names totally made me think of a story from high school. I have weird memory associations like that.

My senior year I switched high schools. The new high school had been all-boys for decades, and then became co-ed. Since I went to an all-girls high school, imagine my delight at now being able to attend school with boys. Eight hours of flirting! Pure heaven to a 17-year-old girl. That and they had Pizza Hut in the lunchroom. God, to have that metabolism again.

I was dating a new guy that fall after my seeeeerious high-school boyfriend and I broke up. Anyway, new guy. Ahh, young love. More like young like. Sometimes. His friends called him Scooter in that ironic, self-deprecating way that high-school boys do, although they have no idea what that even means at that age. They just think they're being weird and amusing. Little did they know that Scooter would be the 64th-most popular dog name 15 years later and it would make me think of him.

Did I have a point? Oh yes!

The name reminded me of my breakup with this young lad. As high-school girls and their fickle hearts are wont to do, my eyes -- and lips -- wandered to another. But I wasn't entirely ready to be done with him because we had a big date coming up. He was taking me to the Olive Garden and I had never been there before!

So my plan was to break up with him after I had me some soup, salad and breadsticks. But alas, he discovered my indiscretion and ended it faster than I could say "mostaccioli."

Never fear, however, I did eventually make it to the OG with another boyfriend a few months later. The good news is I have moved upward with my Italian cuisine since then. But who doesn't crave a raspberry lemonade every once in a while?