Gah.
I remember when in my younger, more awkward teen years people I knew, hardly knew, or really didn't know at all would comment on "...how BIG you've gotten," how "...grown UP you are," and/or the fact that no, for the umpteenth time, "Well, you're sure not the little Maggie that would hide behind her daddy's knees!" That bothered the hell out of me.
And I sit here today, parusing through MySpace bulletins like it's my job, and it occurs to me that the girl I always considered to be a little sister to me is, in reality, not so little anymore. She's going to be a high school freshman and her brother (Get this:) is going to be graduating next May.
...What the hell?
Granted I would never, ever mention to either of them that it's really strange that they grew up, as planned. I suppose it's just not what I expected.
Now that I've said my piece, I will put on my gauchos, light a cinnamon-scented candle, and take the straightener to my still virgin hair and prepare for an evening at the theatre with some of the lovliest, sorta grown-up ladies I know.
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Isn't that the weirdest feeling? To see someone you've known since they were young actually being close to adult-like? ... Gives me the heebee jeebees.
Oh, and what the hell is a gaucho?
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