Something happened today.

I was standing in the kitchen pouring a bottle of cherry coke on ice when I thought to myself: I have become my mom. "This is totally something she did a million times." As in, fixing a soda-pop-type drink to go run some errands in the car.

I glanced down at my outfit, and I was basically wearing my mom's uniform of the late 80's and early 90's and basically her whole life that I was a part of.

I am wearing her uniform. But I didn't freak out; I realized shit, mom had great style. 

And continued my cherry coke pour.