Why my mom's great

Yesterday I got a Halloween box in the mail. Who else is 23, graduated from college and still gets Halloween boxes? Probably no one. That is why my mom is the best. She always thinks of me and knows what I'll like.

Here's the difference between my sister and I:
The box contained a few really cool things including reeces peanut butter cups, kitchen towel with jack-o-lanterns, headband with pumpkins on springs that light up when you wiggle your head, pumpkin spice candle from pottery barn, and an orange and black spatula.

As soon as I opened the shrink wrap she put around it I flipped on the switch and wore the head bobbers all night. I thought they were SO cool. My sister's favorite thing....the spatula. The funny thing is that my mom knew that she'd like the spatula the best and that I'd love the head bobbers.

We can actually take this example and use it as a metaphor for the different stages of life my sister and I are in. She's planning on getting married next summer, becoming an adult with a husband and probably won't wait too long before having little kids. She's about getting things done, doing them right, and well. She's a spatula kind of girl.

I, on the other hand, am a total head bobber girl. I am responsible and in charge, but the thought of getting too adult-like gives me the willies. I have a full-time job with a salary and everything, but that money doesn't go to maintaining a "nest egg" so I can at some point buy a house. That money goes to my exorbitant car payment, my skiing passion, and the every expanding state of my wardrobe.