After spending the day with my family today, I decided to reblog this post. We still get a laugh out of the fact that I think live is “like living in a magazine.”
I’m not sure if it was last year or the year before during our family vacation when my father offered one of his astute and memorable (and humorous) observations. We were sitting on the beach and I was romanticizing about the late afternoon time of day; we were some of the only folks on the beach and the sun was lowering in the sky. It was picture perfect.
“This makes me want to have a clam bake on the beach, you know, like Martha Stewart would do,” I said.
My dad snickered. “You think life is like living in a magazine. You think life is like ‘Sex and The City.”
My husband thought this was the funniest thing on the planet, and if he were drinking something as my dad said it, he would have spit it out all over the place. As it was, he couldn’t stop laughing and…
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