I have joked with my mother (calling her "Grandma" to get her riled up), but I never thought it would actually happen. Then, this weekend, I received the proof.
If you're new to my blog, here's a refresher: my Grandma sends cards for practically every occasion (see these previous posts). Now that you're caught up, here's the update.
At the same time, my mother apparently had the same idea.
Grandma's card was empty (though it usually comes with a random newspaper clipping). But the coupons? They're the same ones I get at the checkout/in the newspaper and throw out because my picky pets don't eat that food. Also, I hardly think it's a deal to get $1 off six Benefuls. That's as annoying as a 50 cent coupon for Tide.
I am sure that if my mom reads this she will send a few expletives my way and deny that she's becoming her mother. There's also a chance that the next time I see her, she will punch me in the arm when I least expect it and say, "You know why I did that!"
Since I only have furkids, it's a little hard to imagine me doing this to them. I suppose it's possible. I could get them cards and put them on my lap, open them and read to them.
God. If that's what my life becomes, someone please take me out to the country and leave me for dead. I can't become that lady. I think I'd rather become my mom. Or my grandma - only unlike her, I'll skip trips to the Dollar Store for an extra long nap. Because I can.