When I was 21 I went to my brother's football banquet and his Social Studies teacher asked, "Who is the next Wagner to enter middle school? You?" In this case "you" was me. That was the year that I made the mistake of getting a body wave, but come on!
Those days are over, however. I was standing on the train next to a group of teens, and as that is my favorite demographic, I was having a great time. I even learned a new catch phrase, "Don't let the door hit where the good Lord split." Ok, I would never say that, but it was clever for a Bronx teen. Then, one of them accidently touched my hand and said, "Oh no, I'm really sorry Ma'am." AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! When did I graduate from "Miss" to "Ma'am?" I don't think that it is in good taste to start Botox injections during a recession, but I should get my tax return sometime next week...
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ummm how could you have never heard the door hit you comment before? And what do you think of your blog makeover? You can go look at other options at the cutest blog on the block.
ReplyDeleteFor the record, I feel hesitant toe enter your naming contest because:
ReplyDeletea. The right name has not come to me in a pink sparkly cloud of revelation yet.
b. I am insecure about my ability to come up with something as perfect as your "Central American Rhapsody," with its awesome tag line.
But if an idea distills upon me as the dews from heaven you'll be the first to know.
OH, I just LOVE this blog! To be honest, it is the only one I read (all the others are boring and I sift through them to look at pictures... maybe mine is boring too, OH NO). But I am with you. Lets get botox, I need a tummy tuck, and will soon need a boob lift.
ReplyDeleteI am "sister monson" now and "mam" to people. sad! I guess I am old now :)