Monday, December 01, 2008

Apple, Meet the Tree

It's Thanksgiving. The girls in the family are all sitting around the dining room table while the menfolk watch football. I look up and see my mom, cousin Charlotte and Nanny (Aunt Liz) all paging through the ads and magazines...with identical hairstyles and glasses...and all three of them are simultaneously chattering away and gossiping and comparing notes on all the best sales. The future is staring me in the face...and it's wearing bifocals.

1 comment:

Ulovebeth said...

I've had this realization at the beach before. It's much worse.