Went to Phila. this weekend for my mother’s birthday; we were joined by my older sister and her husband. Stopped off for Chinese food at the Happy Lucky Screaming Baby Restaurant—where the waiter mistook me for my sister’s mother. My older sister’s mother. He got no tip from me, but a big one from Debbi.
I’m off to buy me a cane to shake at whippersnappers, and some falling-down knee-length hose. Maybe one of those Tweetie Bird’s Grandma hats: a porkpie with one daisy sticking out of the top.
It’s the lorgnette. And your tendency to refer to modern films as “talkies”.
Don’t forget to go to the library and talk really loud…and then later complain about how teenagers have bad manners.
Debbi says it serves me right, for wearing pearls.
Conservatively dressed + pearls = 20 more years, appearance-wise. Add a year per point of refinement, and it’s amazing that he didn’t think you were a mummy.
Uhm, that’s a compliment.
And my sister does tend to dress like someone in a hip-hop posse. Plus, she always has looked at least ten years younger than me, the bitch.
I wonder who he thought our mother was, Bob Hope’s wet nurse?
If you kill yourself, will you never have been born?
Barbara Bush.
sings
**I Am, It Would Seem, My Own Grandmaw. **
maw: the throat, gullet, or jaws especially of a voracious animal
Good Lord woman, just what did you order?
Oh.
I thought this was a Heinlein-esque time travel thread.
Was prepared to ask how Eve how her grandfather was in bed.
Nevermind. Carry on.
Eh? You’ll hafta speak up. Durn mumblin’ kids today! waves his cane
LMAO! Poor Eve!
Wait a minnit… he mistook you for your sister’s mother? (Like you said, only it’s not a quote since I’m repeating it for effect.) So, that would be your mother too… so you are your own mother. (And that’s a Heinlein story too.)
My brother’s mother is,
My mother too.
And my other brother’s mother is
Hmm mmm-mm mm…
I thought of Heinlein too…
but I do feel your pain, I think I must (only sometimes) look MUCH older than I am, and sound it too, gathered by various remarks I’ve heard. Oh well.
I can’t stop giggling at Eve referring to a “hip hop posse”.
BTW, Eve, I feel your pain - sort of. I get that with my sister all the time, but she isn’t older. Okay, she’s 17 years younger. I guess that doesn’t make you feel any better. I will say that there are people who refuse to believe she’s not my daughter, like the ultrasound tech at my miscarriage.