Mirror, Mirror…

It recently came to my attention that I have changed. It’s every teenage girl’s worst nightmare. Oh yes, I have become my mother.

It used to be that she and I were polar opposites on the temperature meter. She was always hot, I was always cold. In the past year I’ve discovered that I’ve become hot more and more often, and she’s been cold more and more often.

I’m not talking about when it’s a heat index of 100, or a wind chill of 15. I’m talking about in everyday life. In a perfectly air-conditioned, climate controlled building. She used to complain about being hot all the time, at work, at home, at the store. However in the past year she’s complained of being cold a few times, and even got a sweater for Christmas last year to leave at her work.

I, however, was the Popsicle with legs. (Read More)