taxing day
Mar. 10th, 2007 08:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
essentialsaltesWent out to visit the tax-lady behind the Orange Curtain. In a two-birds-one-stone move, we went on to mooch a dinner off of mom and stepdad. We chatted and reminisced and so on. We got on the subject of smoking; Mom's down to less than a half-pack a day. Worse than zero, better than in days of yore.
Anyway, Mom then says to me, "Do you remember back when you were about ten... I noticed that there was a lot of Coke in the fridge... that you weren't drinking it... and I asked you if you still liked it... and you said:
'I'm just proving to myself that I can give it up.'"
I neither remember this, nor frankly, can I believe it. I gave up Coke? Cold turkey? When I was ten? Madness.
The creepier thing is realizing that I almost certainly did this to show that if I could do it, she could too.
Anyway, Mom then says to me, "Do you remember back when you were about ten... I noticed that there was a lot of Coke in the fridge... that you weren't drinking it... and I asked you if you still liked it... and you said:
'I'm just proving to myself that I can give it up.'"
I neither remember this, nor frankly, can I believe it. I gave up Coke? Cold turkey? When I was ten? Madness.
The creepier thing is realizing that I almost certainly did this to show that if I could do it, she could too.
