Mostly, I really like being like my mom. She's smart, she's thoughtful, she's organized, and she's funny. I'm rarely surprised these days when I find myself doing Shauna-esque things. After all, I caved long ago to the genetic pull toward detailed 'to do' lists-- even though I made fun of her heartily for the first 18 years of my life for her obsession. (Let's face it: I still make fun of her lists. We're alike, but she's still way more neurotic than I am. She's got lists telling her to make other lists.)
I'd like to think that we maintain enough differences to keep our relationship interesting. In general, I'm more free-spirited and laid back than she is. I like to freak her out from time to time by telling her that I dig the occasional democrat or that I haven't mopped my bathroom in over a week.
Today, I found myself sticking temporary Post It notes in my brand new Rolodex rather than writing on the actual cards. Want to know why?
I didn't have my favorite type of pen at work. So if I write on the cards now, they won't match the others after I get the pens.
Matching ink does not = easy going political moderate with relaxed housekeeping demands.
Matching ink = Shauna.
(Matching ink = pretty Rolodex.)