How do I know I'm turning into my mother?
Well, Tiny and I woke up at 4:40 this morning to take the F, the A, and the Airtrain to JFK, only to realize that my mother isn't coming in until *tomorrow* in the asscrack of the morning.
My mother, on the other edge of the continent, packed herself into the car last night for her overnight flight, got to the airport, checked her bags, and realized that she didn't have to leave until tonight.
Next thing you know, I'll be mailing ceramic shoes and wearing swimming suits with little skirts attatched. Mark my words.