The older I get, the more often I catch myself mid-sentence sounding exactly like my mother. Fortunately, the older I get, the more I respect my Mom and appreciate her and all her quirks and how wonderful she is.
After a round of golf, dinner and frozen custard last night, Mom and I were driving around town, and every time I said “turn left,” I meant, “turn right,” and vice versa. I did this about 20 times before I threw a minor temper tantrum of frustration with my silly brain.
Mom said, “yeah, I know what you mean. I’ve been putting my clothes on backwards lately.”
So, if you see me a few years from now with my shirt and pants on backwards heading left when I meant to go right, you know where I got it…