MOTF

One of my colleagues wrote this on my Facebook wall last night, and it cracked me up so much I thought I'd share:

Omg, I ran into The Maureen of the Future (MOTF) on the way to the metro today.

The scene:

- 40-something socialite type wearing tasteful wrap dress and sunglasses, carrying the only Vera Bradley bag in existence that matches more than one outfit.

- Young preppies-in-training (children or nephews aged 8-10) wearing various combinations of the following: polo shirt, sweater vest,cable knit sweater tied jauntily around the neck, khakis. Obvi, shirts were tucked in and worn with a belt (like there's any other way).

- Golf & tennis chatter abounding, but the educated kind not the snooty kind that makes people tune you out in annoyance

- MOTF probably on the way to some sort of cocktail hour (um, hello, it's 5pm somewhere). Kids were, no doubt, off to some sort of sport lesson

Here's the thing. This didn't bother me one bit!