Play the game and let's see if your experiences match those of others. We'll start things off with a few of our own:
You know you're from Lamorinda when your kid's friends show up at your 2,500 sq ft California Rancher and say: "Where's the rest of the house?"
You know you're from Lamorinda when you can remember the hole in the wood plank floor at the Old Moraga Barn.
You know you're from Lamorinda when you take the family car out for a spin and the voice admonition system says, in either Italian or German: "You are exceeding the recommended speed for this roadway, but you deserve it - you're from Lamorinda."
You know you're from Lamorinda when your contractor says: "Normally, we'd charge $12,000 to build your barbecue, but for you, it's $15,000."
You know you're from Lamorinda when your 13-year-old asks if she can have a "little party" and then starts talking about limo rentals, a guest list of 150, hiring Beyonce for a night and accommodations at the Claremont Hotel.
You know you're from Lamorinda when you ask your kid to mow the lawn and he tells you he'll get back to you after consulting with an attorney about child labor laws.
How about you, Lamorinda? Funniest one wins... something, we haven't figured that part out, yet.
