I'm bored to tears and the confessions thread earlier today got me thinking- I am much more like my mother than I ever expected to be. I get my social anxiety, need for control, and thick thighs from her. I also get my love of reading, addiction to solitaire and enjoyment of fashion reality shows from her.
So who made you who you are? The good, the bad, the ugly, the funny- bring it on to kill the boredom, please!