Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Rotten apples

My mother sent me an email this morning with this little diddy attached:

Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy.The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.

Jesus Horatio Christ.
Now, I know it's her way of telling me to buck up. That someday my Prince Charming will come and whisk me away to a life of love, stability and grandchildren....but I was offended nonetheless.

I am glad though that she doesn't think I'm a fat, slag apple waiting on the ground for some random guy to pass by and pick least that's something.

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