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Because the boyfriend wondered…

May 2008

I wrote about something from several years ago because I can. It’s my blog, and I can write about what I want.

Yes, Autumn did get her attitude from me. (You might not have asked this one yet, but in case you ever wonder…)

Amanda is the girl on the right with the brown hair. For the record, this is a picture of Autumn and her siblings. They are (L to R): Maxine, Autumn (I hope you realized that one), Justin and Amanda.

And did you happen to catch this photo of Autumn?

Or this one?

And one more question for you — why won’t you tell your mother and aunt that you have a girlfriend?

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Who knew her lips would be useful? Plus why boyfriends are fun….

May 2008

Linda

Actual conversation with Maxine today:

Me: Did anyone tease you about your lips?

Maxine: Yes. Taylor, but she was just kidding.

Me: Oh.

Maxine: My lips were useful though.

Me: Useful? how?

Maxine: Me and my friend were sitting in this spot, and we did something. When we came back (insert boy name) was there. I asked him nicely if he would move. He said no. I told him if he didn’t move, I was going to kiss him. He said, “Not with those lips.”

Maxine and her friend got her seat back.

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Shortly after Autumn arrived home today, the phone rang. I answered it. It was the boyfriend.

Me: Hello.

Boyfriend: Hey.

Me: Hey. What’s up?

Autumn: MMMMOOOOOMMMMM!!!!

She totally blew my cover.

And the thing is, he had been WARNED that she sounds like me. And still, he didn’t realize it wasn’t her.

He reportedly told her it was “creepy.” I completely agree. It is very creepy to have boys call your teenage daughter. Shiver.

Thanks for playing.

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Righteous Indignation

May 2008

Linda

Several years ago, I went to a bar with a group of people. This may have even been before I had children. The waitress asked me for my ID, and I pulled it out and gave it to her. Later, I realized I didn’t have my ID, and I asked her to return it to me. She said she already did. I didn’t believe her.

I was indignant. How could she take my license? I was sure it had been thrown out.

I went to the Secretary of State and applied for a new license. I told everyone about the stupid waitress. When my new license arrived, I went to put it away and found my old license. The window spot where I normally keep it had a cloth, and instead of sliding in front of the cloth like it should have, it had slid behind the cloth. I never knew there was a cloth.

I had been wrong. The waitress wasn’t stupid. It turns out I was. I never did call and apologize. By the time I realized it, several weeks had gone by.

I had been so sure she had taken my license and did something with it. I could see no other explanation. I remember looking around the edges of the booth and questioning her and not really believing her answers. I probably was a pain in the butt as I complained. (At least I wasn’t a drunk pain in the butt. We were there for dinner, and I had to show ID in order to get a drink with my dinner.)

And I had been wrong.

I should have apologized.

Isn’t it amazing the things that keep you up at night?
Argh.