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ah, but has anyone actually had their dad mistake them for their wife even though his wife (my mother) was sitting exactly next to him?
My and I are both around five foot one, are pear shaped, and have long blond hair. That's something I can look forward to-nearly halfway through my fifties without any gray sticking out yet. Oh, and all of those early wrinkle lines.
I find myself talking to my line sisters like my mother talks to me (make sure you go to grad school NOW because it is much harder if you take a break and go back). I realize how it sounds and I apologize for being so patronizing. It snuck up on me!
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