A Family Resemblance

I'm my mother's daughter. Everyone says so. It's pretty awesome actually, because in case you don't know, my mom's the coolest. I'd be lucky to be as cool as her.

We have strong genes, the Turnage side is pretty dominant. I'm my mother's lookalike, and she's her mother's lookalike. I used to think it was a little creepy, to be able to look at the two of them and know what I'd look like at 40...70. Now I think it's pretty cool.

And when I catch myself doing things that remind me of them, it makes me smile. I'll hear myself laugh and look around for my mother. I'll flip to the back of the book to read the last few pages and think of Mimi.

I even get sentimental about the gross things. Lately I've realized that I have a really gross habit of walking around with half used kleenex tucked into the waistband of my pants. Kind of gross, right? My grandmother did that every day I knew her. I always thought it was odd. And it's actually a pretty handy place to keep a kleenex. But, yeah, snot and stuff. I recently confided this to my mom, and she admits to doing the same thing...

And its kind of distgusting. But it makes me laugh, because it reminds me of Mimi. And, hey. I'm just my mother's daughter. One could argue that I'm not even responsible for my actions, that I'm just genetically pre-programmed to stick used klennex in my waistband.

Miss you Mimi