Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?

Now, before you freak out and think I'm totally full of myself, let me promise you this is not the case. Not at all. This post is not about my egomaniacal tendencies...it's about my family feeding my egomaniacal tendencies. Sort of.

Inkling has been telling me for years that I look like Julia Roberts. Until recently, I did not see it at all. The only reason I've come to (slightly) agree with her is a picture I saw of myself recently. It isn't a good picture of me, but I do look quite a bit like Jules in it. But not in a good My Best Friends Wedding or Notting Hill or even Pretty Woman kind of way. It's more like a Shelby going into sugar shock in Steel Magnolias...you know, when she's all messy hair, teeth, & drool. "Quit talkin' 'bout me like I'm not here." Really not good.

QM noticed it while watching Ocean's 12. She didn't say anything because she thought Daddy would disagree. Then Bubba came in from watching it with his buddies. He told QM that the buddies were all talking about how hot Julia Roberts was & someone asked him if he agreed. His response? "Eww, no! That's like saying my sister is hot! That's gross!"

I've posted before about Cameron Diaz reminding me a great deal of my sister. And Bubba looking like Leonardo...guess this makes us a fairly good looking family. QM always said she had to quit having babies because the pressure to have pretty babies was too great.

Last week in Wal-Mart an older woman stopped me to ask how old B.B. was. She kept saying, "He's just so pretty! Look at his eyes! He's absolutely gorgeous!" Now, being his mother, I'm contractually obligated to agree with her. But in reality, she's right. He is a very striking child. He does have fabulous, giant, beautiful eyes. That is a fact.

As I was talking to her about her great-great-grandchildren who are due later this summer, I noticed B.B. looking inquisitively at a L'Oreal display. He'd look at the picture, then at me, then at the picture. Suddenly he shouts, "Hey! Dat's Mommy! Dat's you, Mommy!" To which (although flattered) I had to reply, "No, baby, that's not Mommy. That's Penelope Cruise." Yeah, not even close to Mommy.

I guess beauty really is in the eye of the beholder.