Meet Cindy. I know she looks so bright, feminine and perky, but Cindy has a little quirk lately. She’s starting to become her Dad. Her husband has noticed little things in recent years, but the last 3 times they’ve gone anywhere, she’s backed into her parking space. Last week she ordered each of them one of those gadgets that shatters your car window in case of a full water immersion. She also ordered a wind up radio. You know, in case the power grid goes down. She changed the air filters in the house last month, and commented that Olive Garden is a heck of a deal if you get a family sized pan with a $5 take home add-on. She’s been cracking open a bud heavy after yoga class lately, and finally decided to try out a MyPillow. She now believes Burt Reynolds was the sexiest man to have ever lived (she may have a point there) and has a random appreciation for the ‘68 Ford Mustang Cobra 428. Her husband is starting to feel a little insecure about his role in this house, and REFUSES to get her those all-white New Balance classics she’s been eyeing for her birthday. Lately she can’t stop humming “Reelin’ in the Years” by Steely Dan.
