Deluded, Dizzy and Deliriously Amused

My boy (upon seeing a picture of Heather Locklear on some stupid gossip site I was visiting): Mommy, is that you?

Me: Why, yes, honey, it is!

My boy: You look nice and pretty on there.

Me: Thank you, sweet boy.

I probably should make it clear right here, right now, that I look nothing like Ms. Locklear -- we do have the blonde hair going on, though. Oh, and the dazzling, laser-bleached smile -- got that in common as well. And now that I think about it, the delicate, doll-like features are quite similar in the two of us. Also, the banging, smoking-hot, perhaps a bit on the anorexic side bods. The amazing legs. The luminous, spot-free skin…

Wow. I didn't realize it till now, but we’re practically twins! Lar’s a lucky, lucky man.