Twice this week, (ie. more than once!), I was asked if my sister was my daughter!! Oy. Now there's a way to put the ego back where it belongs...
It's true, the people who asked only got a quick glance at her. And my sister looks quite young - she has a youthful demeanour and fashion-sense. Appropriately youthful, IMO. And, perhaps if I'd had a child when I was 14, one could mistaken her for my daughter, but come on - my daughter?! Needless to say, my sister got a great laugh out of that, especially since the usual question we get is: Which one is the oldest? (That would be me - by seven years.)
Luckily, I have a healthy sense of humour and will use this incident to incessantly tease my co-workers... and my sister will no doubt bask in the memory of that moment... and I will go to my hair stylist to get that cut n' colour! :-)
PAX,
Friday, June 30, 2006
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2 comments:
LOL! You got asked twice? =D
I'm guessing your co-workers just got a reeeaaaally quick glance to think I was your daughter. Had they had a closer look they would've asked which one was the oldest ... but I'll still bask a little anyway.
Love Sis :)
Yes, of course. That must be it...
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