I am my Mother's Daughter

It is official. I have become just like my mother. I was always warned that this day would come, I just didn't expect it at 33 years of age. Today, instead of taking a nap during our mandatory Sunday Quite Time (again, thank you, mother) I worked on my quilt. I sat at a sewing machine quilting while I watched "McClintock!" And for good measure, I told my boys "the kitchen's closed!" when they wanted more food an hour after dinner was over.