Acne FOR THE WIN!

[cjsmith]

It's 6:20pm and the doorbell rings. This is never a good sign. Sure enough, when I open the door, there's a lone young woman with one of those leather-like folders that almost always means magazine subscription sales. I begin to prepare my polite go-away response.

Much to my astonishment, I am greeted with:

"I'm sorry for disturbing you. Is your mom or dad home?"

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[tiger-spot.livejournal.com]

And did you tell her... no?

Or did you tell her "I am my mom and dad!" which is the first thing that popped into my head just now? And gets creepier the longer I look at it....

I need sleep.

[cjsmith.livejournal.com]

I told her no, which I figured was the truth as I was alone in the house... but on further reflection, it was 9:20pm on the east coast and they probably were home.

I have, in many ways, turned into my mom -- including the acne well into middle age. Fortunately, though, I don't have myself as a daughter. That would be a little bit much for my brain to cope with.

[dawnd.livejournal.com]

LOL. Congrats on being "carded" at home.

[vvvexation.livejournal.com]

"I am all the daughters of my father's house, and all the brothers too-—and yet I know not."