If one more person uses the line that me and my mom look alike as a way to get her number I will scream. I mean really. Dude, stare at my mom a second longer and you might be meeting Jesus sooner than you think.
I guess as I get older we do look more and more alike. She definitely doesn’t look like her eldest child is 25. What has been cool is my Godmother lives in New York and they were best friends in high school. It is awesome to hear about what my mother was like and see pictures of her in high school. We were both very similar academically but socially we were different. Actually my mom kept to herself and didn’t have many friends. I was like that for a good portion of school. I know it appears that I may have been super social and outgoing but I got teased and picked on a lot growing up. I didn’t even get on the map of being a little popular until I started dating a basketball player my Junior year of High School. Back to my mom. I just like hearing who she was before she was my mom. We don’t talk about it much. Over 30 years of friendship. They’ve been friends longer than I’ve been alive.
Random fact of the day. Nowhere in the state of New Jersey are you allowed to pump your own gas. You don’t even get out of the car. I know this because on our way back from Ikea me, my mom and godmother waited five years to get $3.70/gallon gas outside of the city.
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