When our lovely, perfect little girl was born, my husband held her and cooed affectionately, "She looks just like a little Ghoulie!" Ghoulies, apparently, is a B (or perhaps C?) movie from the mid-80's. I know this now because he made me watch it with him, just to prove his point. There I sat, bored to death by the same tired haunted mansion story, when onto the screen pops -- my newborn?! No, a "Ghoulie"! But man, what a resemblance.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

. . . maybe

My mother, in contrast, responded to my whining with, "That's why you're supposed to live near family when you have babies. So you can go to your mother's house, and she can watch the baby while you take a nap."
In her defense, she's going through grandchild withdrawal.
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