Guess who is comin to town…. I’ll give you one hint: It’s
not Santa Clause. It’s THE
MOTHERRRR! In less than 72hrs I will be reunited with my pretentious hippy
mommy. So batten down the hatches and man your stations Butler, this dynamic
duo is about to be reunited and I doubt you will be able to handle it.
The
Mother and I have a very strange relationship to say at the least. It baffles a
lot of my friends. If you have ever seen the TV show Gilmore Girls (you're missing out if you haven't) it is very similar to that of Rory and Lorelai.
Our best and most efficient mode of communication is arguing and annoying each other for pure personal entertainment. This
may sound bizarre and mean, but it is all out of love. We talk to each other more like sisters
than mom and daughter, constantly joking and passing witted remarks back and
forth.
We
are completely different people and I’m really convinced that I am adopted. But
seriously…we look nothing alike, she hates the color pink and glitter (which is
tragic), and she has no coordination to speak of whatsoever. I have told her
several times that if I am in fact adopted she should just confess because I
have come to terms and accepted it. Unfortunately, I do have many adorable baby
pictures to disprove my theory. We do share some pretty similar qualities
though, for instance we are both incredibly nosey, melt when we are starving,
and treat black Friday shopping like it is an Olympic event.
My
mom is my best friend, my most constant source of frustration, slightly insane, and my hero. I
can’t wait to be in her arms again <3
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