Shes a good girl, loves her mamma

Yesterday, I had a moment I thought I’d never live to see. In fact, if someone were to predict it, I would have bet a lot of money against it.

The scene: It’s an early Saturday afternoon. My partner is watching football (the first and most unlikely event) and drinking his second beer (it’s an absolutely gorgeous day outside). Meanwhile, I'm busy cutting up apples to bake a pie. Yes, that's right, an apple pie. (I’ve never baked a pie. It’s very Middle America, and the cliché of the good girl baking pies all day makes me sad).

When I stopped to think about it, I felt like I had missed The Invasion of the Body Snatchers. But it was just so funny to me. It was in no way like the picture I had in my mind. And I realized the judgments I have about all of those things: football, women doing all of the cooking, what it means to be American. (I’m really rather cynical, and though I know how lucky I am to live in the United States, I see so many real problems with this country and am not exactly patriotic).

Ganted, I was trying to use at least a few of the hundreds of apples that have started to cover my yard so that not all of them would go to waste. And, in truth, my partner could care less about football. But the moment still gave me a good laugh and left me smiling. It shows just how hilarious assumptions can be and how—more often than not—many are completely unfounded.