Invasion of the Child Body Snatchers
Occasionally, when I feel like sharing or maybe I want to induce laughter at my own expense, I share stories from my childhood. For those of you who do not know me well, I am an only child. My father was a stay at home tortured artist dad who still to this day believes he is Vincent Van Gough reincarnated. My mother is an extremely quick-witted woman, also extremely shy photographer. My parents were completely different while in the privacy of our home, for a couple of hippies they sure cared a lot, about how other people saw us.
My mother was the most interesting contrast because she was so shy that people really had no idea who she was. To acquaintances and certain family members she was just a sweet woman who took pictures, made homemade dolls for all the kids, Crocheted Christmas ornaments for every one she new every year and last but certainly not lest to me, made kick ass Halloween costumes. That was how most people saw her and they were right she was all that but what most people missed out on was her dark and wicked sharp sense of humor.