I have a feeling that someday I’ll be described like Kristy is described. I already feel a connection with her.
I love my mom, I do not want to be her. My sister and I have emailed, called, and texted “Krincidences” that happen. We both have “Kristy moments” and try to out do each other while not really trying to out do each other. My sister, Jen, called me just the other day to tell me she drove off with her coffee cup on the top of her car. I did this very thing this very morning. I didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. We love to catch each other committing a Krincidence, it happens more often now that we have a bunch of children. Holidays turn into full-blown competitions with a weighted scoring system. I won Thanksgiving 2009 just by showing up in the exact same shirt as my mom. That was a gigantic blow to my ego.
My youngest daughter does not like my clothes. Actually she hates them with a passion! I do so hope that one day we wear the same clothes for Thanksgiving. Actually my oldest Annie does have a pair of jeans like mine. Or I have one like her.
I once had a shirt that upon reflection was pretty hideous. I realized how bad it was when my husband and I were driving and I glanced at the 65-year old(‘ish) woman we were passing. We had twin shirts. That particular white with purple and blue flowered garment became a part of my pajama drawer.
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