Sandy H. writes: "You are so funny, but: You are also smart, and that's not just because I'm your mother. Remember, you could read when you were 3, scarcely more than 2 actually, and in a special class for reading, writing AND math." Notice how she doesn't cite any notable academic achievements past pre-school.
She continues: "On a different subject, here’s what has bugged me today: We were behind a car all the way from Linville to the Little Switzerland Café, so I had plenty of time to study the life of the person in the car ahead of us. He drives a red Chevy Tahoe SUV, attended VA Tech (bumper sticker), is a CPA (license plate VTCPA), and vacations on Okracoke Island (oval sticker OKI.) However, he neglected to put one of those little stick families on the rear windshield! Is he single, no pets, no kids and hiking alone today? What is his income? His political persuasion? I am left to ponder these questions. Why do people feel compelled to tell everyone details of their lives? Is simply living them insufficient?"***
Wonder where I get it...?
***Obviously she isn't talking about the details of my life. Those are totally and completely different.