Thursday, October 1, 2009
I think I’m becoming my grandma. Before I left on my last trip, I was looking around the house for a bag tag so I could find my black laptop bag in the sea of similar black bags. I couldn’t find my luggage tags, so I decided to put a ribbon on the handle. And before I could fully congratulate myself on such an inventive idea, I asked myself, “Since when did I become my grandmother?” While most people have an “I’m-becoming-my-parents” moment, I skipped that generation and went right on imitating my grandparents. I told my grandma on the phone about my ribbon on the bag, and she laughed. “But it works, right?” she said. The next thing you know, I’ll be watching Dancing with the Stars, drinking hot tea, shopping at the clearance rack, and mailing recipes cut out of magazines. On second thought, I think the transformation is complete. Can I interest anyone in a hard candy?