Like mother like daughter

My mother was just in town for a few days. She stayed with me in my tiny apartment — she took my bed, I took the hard-as-cement couch. We explored the city all day and dined at some place interesting every night. We got along great, my mother is really wonderful to spend time with. We talked, A LOT. We really never ran out of things to discuss — which is not surprising to those of you that know me — I usually have A LOT to say, often about nothing. One evening we drank a little too much. We had a glass of wine at home, actually maybe two, went for dinner, shared a bottle, then came home and had a little baileys. Just a little. A digestif if you will. The next morning my mother felt a little groggy and swore she would not drink that much anymore on this trip. She said we shouldn't get a bottle of wine at dinner, just a glass or two. I agreed. So, we went about our day wandering and exploring, then out for dinner. Again on the way there my mom repeated how we won't get a bottle. I again agreed. We get to the restaurant, sit down and my mother says: 'We should get a bottle'. We both laughed and I told her that I do that too. Recently someone I was dating pointed this out to me, that I say something, then a little later say the opposite. It's kinda how I figure out what I actually think or want, by saying it out loud. It's a process if you will. I also have no willpower and little self control...but that's another blog post. Since being told this, I've been thinking about why I am that way. I came to the conclusion that I was just a bit strange. It never occurred to me that this might be something I got from my mother. In all these years I never noticed she does that too. My mother is just as weird as I am, and that is kind of great.