My mom has often compared me to Penelope on Criminal Minds. I’m not sure if it’s because the character is always wearing bold colors, cool glasses, does funky stuff with her hair, or is curvy. (yes, CURVY. *koff*) Or maybe it’s a combination of all. Who knows.
Mom: THAT’S what you’re wearing today?
Me: No. I have on a whole ‘nother outfit underneath. This is my red
Mom: Don’t you have some different pants? (the horrid pants in question are black crop cargo pants that meet the top of my black boots.)
Me: Yes. They’re underneath the red herring pants.
Mom: We really need to talk about your hair.
Mom: Yes. You know you look like a cartoon, right?
Me: Yes! Thanks! I was going for Jessica Rabbit. How’d I do?
Mom: It’s the wrong color.
Me: Oh? More orange, less red?
Now don’t get me wrong, I love my momma with all my heart. These exchanges serve purely as entertainment. But sometimes, just one turn of phrase or comment in the right tone of voice can make me feel like I’m 12 years old again. How does she do that?
The good news is, I’ve completely reworked my entire wardrobe and am now sporting velour jogging suits, sweaters with puppies, kittens, and rainbows on them, pleated khakis, and SAS Shoes. Thanks Mom!
Okay, so most of you are adults (at least in age)…does your mom still do this to you?