Hungry? No lines in front of Mom’s fridge.
Looooong line to get a good seat at the Lilith Fair (in the years before Husband, as I’m sure he’d want clarified).
Intimate line behind five bridesmaids to walk down the aisle.
If I remembered it at all, I’m sure it was an A+
The middle of a loud line with several hundred other kids in caps and gowns anxious to get as far away from college as possible.
I remember it and A+
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Linea Negra. It was supposed to be gone by 6 months post. I last gave birth over 19 months ago. I can still see it.
Waiting in the car for the mall play area to open and noticing all of the other moms/nannies in their cars with the same idea because it’s raining. Again.
Waiting outside of a preschool at 5am with two dozen other parents to get your kid on a waiting list. Not registered, just put on A WAITING LIST. Not for college, for PRESCHOOL.
So this is planet Arlington…
Hungry? Waiting in line at the grocery…I said NO. No, you may not eat that candy….what do you mean you already opened it? Put that magazine down, stop looking at the cover. Yes, you’re right. It does look like she’s naked but…Don’t hand your sister that balloon! It’s nice of you to share, but it’s not yours and she’s going to scream when it’s time to leave and…wait, how much did you say all this came to?
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