How Did Mom Get in My Mirror
Yesterday evening, The Perfect Man and I went to my mom and step-dad's place to help them out with some electrical problems they've been having. While there, we told them that we're taking them away to their favourite hotel in Niagara Falls in April. Mom immediately started stressing, "I don't know if we'll have enough money for the Casino by then." She must have said that no less than eight times while we were there.
After we left, it hit me. I'm just like that. I'm not as bad as her, but I do worry about things that might happen instead of just deciding to deal with them if they do.
I love it when a revelation like that hits. That's when I make my resolutions, instead of waiting until January 1st every year. So, from now on I resolve to try not to worry about things before they happen.
Thanks, Mom!
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2 Comments:
...you should be so lucky to have your mom in your mirror..yes I know it's a metaphor, but really I'm starting to look more and more like my dad..and my vagina is starting to look like John Diefenbaker...ewww!...Colette
Please....not before my coffee. Or after my coffee, for that matter.
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