Punk'd at the pool, or a day in the suburbs.
We were at the pool yesterday when I looked to my right and saw three young mothers who could have been triplets. Same short bobs, pulled back into tiny pony tails. Same brown sunglasses. Same cute little noses, lean bodies.
I elbowed my friend. “Mira! They’re like triplets.”
Wow, she said. I couldn’t stop staring.
Then, we look to our left.
Two women. Same short, blonde bobs. Same bottom-heavy shapes. Same sized-children . I took my sunglasses off to get a better look.
“Nena, this is weird,” my friend said.
Trippy. And like we were being Punk’d.
(Takeaway: I won’t be getting that bob I really want any time soon and I really do need a suit better than my $19.99 Costco one, not to mention a firmer you-know-whatsis…)
Same thing in my new neighborhood. Except, instead of the bob, the moms all have the bleach blonde long hair and fake tan. It’s impossible for my kids to tell them apart, so they just make snake sounds at them (long story short, one of the women me cae mal and the kids heard me say, “Esa es una vibora” to my mom, and they’ve been doing it ever since. The women think my kids are nuts).
And I thought my neighborhood was like “Stepford.”
YOU are adorable. There. Believe it.
vibora…i love that word. now i have vibora, vibora de la mar in my head.
marta, xo.