for the 10 millionth time, I do not look like her. "Well then, who do you think you look like, honey?" You ask.
Me. I look like me. Okay?
Why do the old people in our families insist we look like someone we are related to, even when we bear no resemblance whatsoever??? This is a rhetorical question that requires no response, by the way. Just thinking aloud.
Sheeesh.
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So, am I not allowed to respond? Forbidden, as it were? Well?
By the way, as I age, I realize I have my father's lips. He isn't using them right now, since he's involved in a rather lengthy dirt nap. I wish we could choose such things, because I sure wouldn't have put my mother's big fat ass on my list.
you crack me up, bhd. And you can comment about any old thing anytime.
Okay, I have Mom's eyebrows and Dad's thighs. Lucky me.
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