When I was about 16, I distinctly remember watching my mother try on a pair of pants, elastic waisted, with total disdain. I will never wear “granny” pants like that, I will always wear pants with a zipper, I told her! How can you were those things?My how things have changed!
Help, I am becoming my mother. How do I know? Check these tips:)
10 Ways To Know You Are Becoming Your Mother!
- You find elastic waisted pants comfortable and wear them daily to work. You do save a little face by NOT tucking in your shirt.
- You talk to anybody that will listen at the grocery store, or any other public place while you are shopping. You talk without shame and even enjoy talking to total strangers about anything that comes to mind. The filter between your brain and mouth has disappeared.
- You try on clothes over your clothes in the aisles at stores, again with no shame or embarrassment. After all, it does save time doesn’t it?
- You complain often about small print. How can they expect a person to read this! This small print is just ridiculous and rather thoughtless of the goof balls that print it this small.
- You actually worry and listen to all the news reports about Social Security, Medicare, and what the government is doing.
- You carry your own personal fan, year-round, and love it!, feeling sorry your mother didn’t have one herself when she just used anything handy as a “fan”, like your homework, checkbook, or napkins.
- You read the obituaries, daily, relieved when there is no one you know, and you don’t see your own name as well.
- You find that you would rather take a nap above doing almost anything else. Besides, you just fall asleep without even knowing it. You just can’t help it.
- You have found new hobbies, like putting together puzzles of pretty scenes, falling asleep while reading the paper, and buy and do those word puzzle books. And you really love those puzzles!
- You look in the mirror one morning, scream with shock, then realize that it is you, not a surprise visit from your mom, hiding in your bathroom.
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