Case in point:
- She too was told by her doctor that she needed to lose weight because her health was at stake (although, for my sake, I truly believe her physical condition was (is?) way worse than mine, and I've never been a size 24, which she admits to being in the book).
- She too feels she is too immature to be a home owner and feels she is probably better as a renter because of all those pesky home maintenance things we home (condo) owners must deal with on a daily, weekly, monthly, or annual basis (like changing the heater filter, which I've failed at doing repeatedly, or changing light bulbs that go out, or even dusting...oh wait, that has nothing to do with home ownership, darn).
- She too has an ego that rears its head at times, and if I had a dime for each time I was told I have an ego just this year alone, I'd probably have a dollar. There is nothing wrong with some self-confidence.
- She too hates public transportation but has to take it.
- She too indulges in libations, even though I don't indulge as much as I used to because I'm a MOM now and MOMS do not do such things (tee hee), I can relate to some of her stories where she starts saying really stupid things and then wakes up the next morning wondering what the heck happened and how did her clothes get off? (her husband, and that would be my husband as well).
- She too obsesses over really random and strange things and thinks turning off the lights and remaining still is the best way to avoid answering a door.
So yes, there are some differences.
I also would not wear Lacoste polos or pink clothes.
Nor am I tan or do I think getting a fake bake is a grand idea.
I guess it's how we decide to dress and adorn our fatty mcgoo bodies is the big difference between us, other than that, I feel a weird kinship to her.