Recently, I took one of those silly Facebook quizzes entitled, "What Kind of Mom Are You?" I know, do I really need that question answered by Facebook? But I was bored and goofing off, so I took the quiz. The response was June Cleaver. Huh? Wha? What kind of mythical Pollyanna World was I mentally residing in when I took that quiz?
I thought of good, ole June while cooking breakfast recently. I was making homemade Belgian waffles with homemade whipped cream and strawberries to the background music of, "But I'm huuunnnnggrryyy now!" "But I don't even LIKE waffles!" "How much loooonnnger?" "Why can't I just have cereal?" "These taste weird." (They were whole grain.) "What's this yucky white stuff on top?" Lovely tunes for cooking, right? I'll let y'all guess which comment was made by Hubs and which were made by JT and MO. I was standing there thinking that Ward, Wally and Beaver never said anything like that to June. Maybe it was the pearls. If I cook breakfast in pearls, a dress and kitten heels will my life turn into Pollyanna World? Sheesh. I'm thinking it wouldn't be worth it.
No, I'm thinking that Facebook got it wrong. Rather than June Cleaver, I am more like June-With-A-Cleaver. That's more my style.
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I'm fairly certain that June had pharmaceutical aid, and that it wasn't the kids who were drugged. I mean, the woman willingly wore heels on a daily basis, right?
ReplyDeleteJune-With-A-Cleaver, YIKES! The mental image that I get is June Cleaver doing her immitation of Chucky.
ReplyDeleteYeah, well, motherhood does not always bring out the best in me. June C. is waaayy too much to live up to, anyway. I'm thinking she was either popping pills, nipping whiskey or slugging back the vanilla extract.
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