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“Uh, what’s up, Mom?” “Just thought I’d catch up on some canning.” “It’s three in the morning, Mom.” “Well, we can’t all take midnight bus rides for fun.” “You got me.”
“Mom, can I ask you something?” “Oh, Lord.”
I hate dresses. How come they don’t make parties where you can show up in your jogging pants, and with your hair tied up in an old (non-chic) bandanna, without people thinking you’re a charlatan? Or at least, a spinster in the making? And who doesn’t love jogging pants?
