I can never call my mother annoying again...

because I am just like her.
I don't know how many times we've said the same thing at the same time (and not anything standard, stuff that I think only we could think of) or have watched a situation unfold, knowing that we were thinking the same thing about what we just saw.

But enough of that schmaltzy crap...I'mma gripe a little now.
She gets up so early. I swear I've been up at like seven every morning since she got here, and today we were up and out by nine, and done shopping by two. What the heck is that?!
I'm used to getting up at eleven, and not doing anything until seven, sometimes ten.

How dare she keep me from being lazy?!
Ha...