So, of all the things I have inherited from my mother, why did I have to inherit the need to blow my nose after I eat? I swear, it's just another of those annoying traits we pass on to our children.
In addition to the running nose, I have acquired these awesome things from my mother:
- Her venting ability. She has this great way of telling it like it is without considering the ramifications. And once it's purged from her, all is forgotten. Except for the ones on the receiving end. The husband is real happy I got this one.
- The nervous stomach. My favorite. For most of my life, it has kept me from enjoying foods and basically being a normal person.
- Crying at movies. It doesn't matter how much of the movie we've seen, we can cry on cue at the sad parts. Clint Eastwood in the rain at the end of The Bridges of Madison County? Forget it. Strangely enough, we don't cry much at real life.
Hopefully my kids will take after him. If not, we should buy stock in Kleenex.
2 comments:
Dean and I both have inherited the hiccup-after-eating reflex from Daddy.
I'm sure he'd be proud to know he was able to hand down such a classy trait.
I'd say it's just as pleasant as blowing-after-eating. We just don't require additional equipment at our sides.
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