You know those moments a daughter dreads? I have them depressingly often.

OMIGOD, YOU GUYS. I don't know whether to laugh or hit my head repeatedly against the nearest wall.

I was making one of those Mad Men things, like zombres's, and I was really pleased making it. I was thinking, man, if you don't think this looks exactly like me, you are crazy. It is an absolutely stunning likeness.





And it wasn't until I saved it that I realized -- it didn't look so much exactly like me as it looked EXACTLY LIKE MY MOM.

NO. YOU GUYS DON'T EVEN KNOW. You know like in Harry Potter, how people are always saying "You look just like James... but you've got your mother's eyes"? I always completely sympathized with Harry on that because it's the exact same reaction I get from people about looking like my mother. It's especially prominent now that we're working at the same office, and patients come out of her office and see me and practically do a double-take. Our voices even sound almost identical. I've got a bit more of a sarcastic drawl -- I get that from my Dad, lawl. My Dad's personality and mine are very much alike, especially our senses of humor. But that manifesting in my manner of speaking... that very well may be my own imagination, working frantically in trying to find a feature independent from my mother's exact physical genetics.

I'm not exactly complaining... not exactly. My mother is just over 50 and smoking hot. I don't mind saying that about my own mother because... well, I look exactly like her, it's not like I can call her ugly, can I? Even if it were true. In any case, she dresses, looks, and exercises like a woman in her very early 40s. She runs marathons, for chrissakes... she's in the top 10 of her age group in Oregon. I am not ashamed to say I want to look and be as physically fit as my Mom when I'm her age.

But still. To turn on myself like that via Internet Meme/Game/Activity thing... -_-;;