This morning, the termite inspection guy thought Mrs. R was my daughter.
I’m not quite sure what to make of that.
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November 10, 2008 at 4:14 pm
Fear and Loathing in Georgetown
Bueller, Bueller.
November 10, 2008 at 6:13 pm
GroovyVic
Ferrie Bueller, you’re my hero!
November 10, 2008 at 6:14 pm
GroovyVic
Ooops, Ferris
November 10, 2008 at 8:45 pm
The Maximum Leader
So that’s the way it is in their family.
November 12, 2008 at 1:52 pm
Lynellen
My mom had a similar problem…. she turned completely gray around 40, while dad still had no gray at all. They went to a huge church at the time, and on about 5 occassions people who should have known better said things like “I see you with your daughters and son all the time..isn’t your husband a believer too?”
November 12, 2008 at 4:24 pm
Kathy
Well, at least that’s better than the plumber who came to the door at the Cake Eater pad last year, when I was bald, eyelash and eyebrow-less, and moon-faced from the steroids I was on to combat the chemo, and asked, “Are you Michael?”
I’d take premature aging over being confused for my husband any day.
November 12, 2008 at 7:09 pm
Robbo
Whether the fact that this coincides with my suddenly no longer getting carded, I don’t know. But it might.
Kathy – Once in college I was out for a run at dusk. Because it was cold I was wearing ski tights. As I crossed the street near my dorm, some guy in a car whistled at me. When I turned and looked, he said, “Oh. Sorry, dude.”
(And no, Mrs. P, this didn’t have anything to do with the alternative lifestyle crowd on my campus – the guy was a townie.