I was out shopping with my Mom the other day. (We got some great deals on purses!) When we came to the checkout, I handed my Mom the car keys and said, "Hey Mom, here you go." Nothing exciting there, right? Well, the cashier said, "Oh, she's your Mom?" Long pause, confused look. "I thought you guys were sisters!" My Mom was pleased as punch, but I felt like maybe I should forget about eye cream, (because that clearly isn't helping) and get on the horn to Joan Rivers to see about obtaining the number of her plastic surgeon.
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