There's a waitress at a place I sometimes go to for lunch who calls me "Wonder Woman" (after once explaining that she always thinks, "Oh, here's Wonder Woman" when I come in and inquiring if she might call me that). A friend recently remarked, after I had my hair cut professionally for the first time in a year, "Oh, you look like Veronica!" I drew a blank. "You know, from the Archie comics," she explained.
No one has compared me in memory to anyone living, just cartoon characters. Before you get excited, the resemblance is in the coloration, not in the figure. Sigh. It's been a long time since I won a prize in a Bettie Page look alike contest (I entered one on the spur of the moment, with no preparation, when I was in my 20's, and came in third. The others in the crowd of contestants had carefully created outfits which matched ones from Bettie's more famous poses and had choreographed routines; I was just walking on in what I happened to wear that night).
And how pathetic is this, reminiscing about coming in third in a weird beauty pageant of sorts. Sigh. It's a pathetic sort of day. Lola has a urinary tract infection, which got her up four times between midnight at 6 AM, screaming for "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" to take her to the bathroom (I made Anton go twice). I couldn't get back to sleep, so I'm severely sleep-deprived. Poor Lola has been in tears much of the day due to several accidents and due to having to miss her beloved preschool. Anton's majorly stressing about work issues. I'm hoarding my last Red Bull, the drinking of which will probably be the highlight of my day.
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And one would have to guess that Iris is crying because SHE doesn't have a UTI.
Oh poor Lola! Sending my best cranberry vibes to her!
I'd rather be compared to Veronica than, say, Nancy.
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