Damn Cable

practicing for our next beauty pageant Mr. C and I just returned from a trip to my parents’. It was a gloriously relaxing week, but an intellectually-stimulating one as well. I came to the following three realizations: 1) I may be a self-sufficient, perfectly grown thirty-two year-old woman with a child of my own, but I (apparently) will never be too adult to allow my mother to fetch me a snack as I read on the couch. 2) No matter how long you’ve known someone – say, since birth – there are always parts of yourself you’ll be surprised they don’t know about. For instance, my mom seemed shocked to discover that I adore malted milk balls. Her unfamiliarity with this most-basic part of my character was as unsettling to me as if she’d only just learned I was allergic to peanuts or deathly afraid of dogs. Doesn’t everyone know I love Whoppers? OK, so maybe I haven’t eaten one in years, but that’s only because I kn...