Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Leap Frog

Three signs I’ve totally skipped the “Becoming Just Like My Mother” phase and am already deep into “Just Like My Grandmother”.

1 – There’s been a daddy-long-legs* in the bathroom corner above my bathtub for weeks. I haven’t named him. But I haven’t killed him yet either. In fact, I feel far friendlier toward it than I ever do toward spiders. My grandmother used to say goodnight to her bathtub spider. I do not do that. Yet.

2 – I now sleep on a satin pillowcase. I don’t get my hair curled and ‘set’ each week at the local beauty shop, so it’s not a hair-do-preservation step. I just like it.

3 – Yesterday I bought those Pepperidge Farm butter crackers shaped like butterflies and ate some. With cottage cheese.

And as a bonus, to show that I’m also a little like my grandmother on the other side of the family, I concocted some sort of cheese-and-grits casserole thing for Thanksgiving that was quite good.

Bring on the house-dresses and calling everyone under 40 ‘boy’ or ‘girl.’

* Have I told you my great fear about daddy-long-leg spiders? Someone once told me that they have a terribly poisonous venom but that their mouths are so tiny they can’t actually bite humans. While I'm not entirely convinced that's true, I am always a little concerned that I’m going to meet the world’s first freak-of-nature Big Mouth Daddy-Long-Leg Spider and be his first meal.


Antique Mommy said...

You do not need to be concerned until you start eating dinner at 4:30 and watching Wheel of Fortune in a Lazyboy recliner

Pumpkin said...

Yikes...daddy long legs....ick ick ick ick ick.....even worse when they fly....and buzz.....*shuddering uncontrollably*

I called my 56yr old male friend a 'silly boy' the other day.....hmmm do I get to join the club?

Whiskeymarie said...

I've inexplicably started calling people "hon" lately, and I have recently found that I take great pleasure in pudding.

I feel like we should start a Wednesday afternoon bridge club or something.