Recently we had a nurse come to our house to complete physicals for our life-insurance policies. For the record, there is something surreal and discomforting about getting your blood drawn at your dining room table. No one prepared me for just how much fun being “grown-up” and “responsible” would be. I almost can’t contain the excitement. It rates right up there with spending $3500 on a water softener. Adulthood is so overrated.
In typical Kate fashion, she had to be the center of entertainment the entire time. Of course she did. It was only second best to when our financial advisor was there and she went upstairs and came back down in her bathing suit – to dance. Yeah, I know. You are embarrassed for me, right?
So, as the visit was concluding, the nurse looked down at Kate and said, “Do you know who you remind me of?” Kate was a little confused, but said, “Who?”
Wait for it.
Waiting for it.
Still waiting for it.
“JonBenet Ramsey!” she said gleefully without a moment of hesitation.
Well, you know, sans the pageant dress, up-do’s, make-up, and CREEPY HOMOCIDE. Kate doesn’t look like JonBenet Ramsey, but that is sort of the least of my worries. Maybe I’m overly sensitive, but even if I saw JonBenet’s clone walking down the street, I’d refrain from uttering any mention of the comparison to her parents.
At times I find myself in the minority with my personal opinion, so maybe others find this in good taste. Last week in the Doctor’s office, I apparently was the only one who didn’t think that engaging in conversation about my colon was appropriate either. But, that’s a story for a different time.
A Tour of My Parents’ House
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