I was shopping at Trader Joes and a young twenty something store employee stopped me, "Mam", she said, (Mam?? is she really talking to me? mam??) "where did you get your cardigan?" (now that's more like it) "LOFT" I answer. And she stares blankly--"you know, Ann Taylor's LOFT?" Still blank. So I instruct her where to find a store, and move along. So I have found my niche-my choice of caridigan color-still cool, my choice of store to purchase it at--only cool to those of us "Mams".
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Play time
I realize this may only be funny to me. This from Jose this morning at breakfast:
"Mom . . .why-when I go to Lisa's house why is she always in charge? She always be's the human and I always be's the dog."
1 comment:
No, that's pretty freaking funny.
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