You never think you'll be like your mom when you grow up. And then it happens. In a saying, in a recipe, in a habit or while you're in a Chapin soccer t-shirt. All of the sudden, "Oh my lawd, I'm my mother."
The other night while strolling around our neighborhood, I came across some lovely giant liriope that were being tossed out. I took one look at them and said, "Not on my watch, Mr." and ran (ran/walked, I'm really out of shape) home to get my car. I hurried around the corner to the trash heap and loaded up the back of my car.
I brought home my treasures and started putting plants out all over our yard in the dark of the night. When I was finished and properly nipped on by the relentless gnats, I took one look at myself and said, "Oh my lawd, I'm my mother." I was wearing one of her old Chapin soccer t-shirts, tennis shoes (which is funny in itself because tennis shoes are just not cool on me) and sweat pants. I had dirt all over my face and inside my car and Warren, the cat was following me all over the place.
It happens in an instant and it finally happened to me. Here are some pictures of the finished product.