I am my Mother's Daughter
Around Thanksgiving my husband built our desk that we call the "Techno Cubby" into a nook in our bedroom. It's all set up with his computer and two monitors and often I join him there when we watch movies or netflix together.
Recently I've noticed that about three feet above the desk level on my side the wall is smudged and dirty. Why? Because for whatever reason I'm most comfortable sitting with my feet propped up. It's like a compulsion. One that I have to constantly fight at work so I don't appear to be a slacker. I'll prop them up on anything, the desk, the wall, on top of the computer tower - anything!
Recently I've come across old pictures, from my childhood and even my parents' weddings and before. All of them have been fun to peruse, however, one in particular stood out to me. Though my sister resembles my mother much more in appearance I am her twin in personality (and yes mum, I'm referring largely to your dancing and singing around the kitchen/house, your love for music, lack of self control with chocolate, love of Bones, and of course, your feet propping and much more).
I am my mother's daughter. This explains so much. I love my mother =)
Recently I've noticed that about three feet above the desk level on my side the wall is smudged and dirty. Why? Because for whatever reason I'm most comfortable sitting with my feet propped up. It's like a compulsion. One that I have to constantly fight at work so I don't appear to be a slacker. I'll prop them up on anything, the desk, the wall, on top of the computer tower - anything!
Recently I've come across old pictures, from my childhood and even my parents' weddings and before. All of them have been fun to peruse, however, one in particular stood out to me. Though my sister resembles my mother much more in appearance I am her twin in personality (and yes mum, I'm referring largely to your dancing and singing around the kitchen/house, your love for music, lack of self control with chocolate, love of Bones, and of course, your feet propping and much more).
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I am my mother's daughter. This explains so much. I love my mother =)
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posted by Melissa Jean | 8:42 AM
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