1992: My mom sat downstairs, listening to Rush Limbaugh, doing jigsaw puzzles. I sat upstairs, reading Laura Ingalls Wilder books for fun after a snack of chocolate pudding.
2003: My mom sat downstairs, listening to Rush Limbaugh, doing jigsaw puzzles. I sat upstairs, reading Kate Chopin's The Awakening for school and snacking on chocolate pudding.
2009: My mom sits downstairs, listening to Rush Limbaugh, doing jigsaw puzzles. I sit upstairs, reading Kate Chopin's short stories for school and snacking on chocolate pudding, wondering how so little has changed since first grade.
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Thursday's Child
January 28, 2009 2:00 PM
I always sort of wondered what meaning the "Lather. Rinse Repeat." cliche would take if it was changed to "Leather. Rinse. Repeat."
It could be interesting.
Joy @ Big Time Fancy
January 28, 2009 3:37 PM
Kate Chopin is fantastic.
blaez
January 28, 2009 7:42 PM
true that!!! somethings are really nice when they don't change :-)
chris
January 28, 2009 9:39 PM
They say change is good. I say thbpfbffthbf.
Sanko
January 28, 2009 10:16 PM
Hahaha. I'm with Chris on this one. Letter for letter.
Andrea
January 30, 2009 8:55 AM
For me, it would be my mom laying on the couch, falling asleep to the news, but I understand how time doesn't change.