THEY CALL ME OATMEAL

When I went to college my parents thought it was a good idea to get me a car. While I perused the used Jettas, very used Porsches (what? I could dream) and used Saabs, the car salesman came up to me and said, "Well, you're oatmeal. Let me show you the Saabs." It was funny only because at prep school I felt like I was pushing it by wearing pale pink lipstick and something other than sweatpants to class. Now my 8 year old daughter comes home telling me the "popular" girls wear Hello Kitty t-shirts and shop at Justice. Apparently her staid diet of Crewcuts isn't cutting it. But I had to laugh... depending on the pool you swim in you're sometimes going to be oatmeal and sometimes you're not. Choose your pool wisely.