Wednesday, August 25, 2010

It Wasn't Meant to be

I grew up in a house that had these two magnets on the kitchen refrigerator:

Sharon is my mother. Andrea is my sister.

Where is the Holly magnet you ask? Well, it seems that this magnet didn't come with that name and I have been forever left out of the rolling-pin fun.

So, here's what I figure: The lack of a Holly magnet is a sign. The fact that my parents couldn't find one with my name must mean that Hollys are not kitchen kind of gals.

See, it's not my fault that I'm not domesticated . . .


amber said...

My mom used to have a magnet like that. :)

I don't really think you're missing much by not being domesticated!

teacherwoman said...

I like your reasoning! :)