Nooooooo!

It's every woman's greatest fear. We love our mothers and no matter how hip and groovy they may or may not be, we don't want to become them. My mother is a wonderful person but I am confident in the fact that I have reached the ripe old age of 32 without much resemblence. Well, I was confident...
Today I used the term "Oh Lordy!" In conversation.
and Oh sweet boneless Jesus, for that brief and terrifying moment I had indeed become my mother.
As I get older I find we have more and more in common but it horrifies me less and less. I guess there are worse people to turn out like...and I'm not just saying that because I know she reads my blog.



Note to friends:
If I start making casseroles or windchimes or suggest a shopping trip to Home Depot, I will
expect an intervention.

If I start listening to and enjoying the song stylings of Anne Murray I will ask that you have me committed.

If I ever suggest going camping, I want you to have me put down.