I am getting ready to go to a
wedding and my entire
extended family is waiting on me, as somehow I will be driving all forty-five of them in my
Dodge Caravan.
I am getting ready but I am unorganized. I search in vain for black hose, then realize they will look stupid with my dorky brown tweed skirt. I struggle with my pointy witchie looking shoes. Damn, they don’t go either! I am incensed. I storm around the room and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror
I notice I am wearing a baby snap crotch T-shirt with pink, blue and yellow circles plus random bunnies. Over this I have a cinch waist suit jacket that may have been in style sometime in the late fifties.
I freak out and my Aunt comes to console me and hurry me along, the family is waiting. Somehow I end up smacking her across the face.
”I am nothing like my Mother!” I shout this over and over, but no one believes me.