Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
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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January 28, 2009
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.
January 28, 2009
Kate Chopin is fantastic.
January 28, 2009
true that!!! somethings are really nice when they don't change :-)
January 28, 2009
They say change is good. I say thbpfbffthbf.
January 28, 2009
Hahaha. I'm with Chris on this one. Letter for letter.
January 30, 2009
For me, it would be my mom laying on the couch, falling asleep to the news, but I understand how time doesn't change.