No you didn't hear that wrong.

I am often told that I am a lot like my mother. I resent that. I'm taller, speak slightly better German and my hair is red-not brown. Admittedly that's often as far as the dissimilarities go. We sound similar, act similarly and spend much of our mornings having odd conversations like the snippets that follow, mostly because both our brains don't seem to kick into action until 11am...ish. Don't judge us, under all these somewhat snipey (I invented a word!) comments lies love....somewhere... :)

(Upon noticing that Mum's hair was unnaturally shiny)

G: Why is your hair sparkly?

M: Coz I'm a Cullen.

G: Imma cull you in a minute.

(Every. Single. Time.)

G: I'm going to have a shower.

M: GOOD!

(After reading James' FB post)

G: James re-did his room.

M: James rooted his BROTHER?!?

G: No. Not sure how you got that so wrong

(Anytime the subject of chores is raised.)
M: *Asks something about chores*
G: *Blank stare* You have a very shrill voice.


(Daily)
G: How was your day?
M: *Starts in on life story*
G: Shush now, let's talk about me.


(Whilst looking at photos)
G: I seem to have very small eyes.
M: Would you say beady?
G: I'd say bite me.


(During awkward moments)
G: Sooooooo, shall we go back to talking about me?
M: Do we have to?
G: Do you have to ask?


(On the rare occasion that she offers...)
M: What do you want for dinner?
G: You're cooking?
M: Don't act so surprised.
G: But I am!


.These are snippets, it's probably best I don't take them out of context or they sound odd....but they're odd anyway.


Hope all is well.
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