For those of you who have been reading off and on lately, my rants, you know I headed over to my mothers the other day to bake as my oven was busted.
While I was there, we sat down to watch tv while we waited for the bread to rise.
It went like this.
"That's right there is a cooking show now on this channel." mom said flipping the channel at warp speed.
"I see they have really jumped on the foodie bandwagon, going for that MTV generation Eh?" I mindlessly said while trying to drink my coffee that was too hot. "Having a teenager host a cooking show."
"She's not a teenager! She's a MARRIED woman!" mom said huffily.
So it would seem to my mother, that being married is the magickal element that makes everyone either in the plus category or minus.
I am in the minus. My sister the Goddess, who even though she's living with her boyfriend the Married Man, and is 8 years younger then I am, is still in the plus. Oh it gets worse. I could sit here and tell you about the last 36 years of my life (yes I am only 3 short days away from being the big 3-6 so might as well start referring to myself as that age) and how mom has showered my sister with everything under the sun and literally forgotten me at times... but I'm a big girl now so...
P.S. the cooking show host is only 21. Just barely out of her teens.