July 19, 2013
My mom texts me a lot. Not because she likes to text. She actually hates it. But I hate to talk on the phone, so when people call me I usually let it go to voicemail and then wait for them to text me instead, so I guess my mom just takes what she can get. Last year she sent me a text about a bear being seen near a school that is in a town near her town. Not in HER town. In a town near her town. We knew nobody at that school. We knew nobody in that town. The bear didn’t do anything. He was just “seen.” As with most of her updates, I really didn’t comprehend why she thought this news would be of interest to me, but as with most of her updates, it made me laugh, so I posted it on FB and then Jason O’Mara re-posted it and then tweeted it so I think that at that very moment it became okay for me to tease her about her texts. Or maybe it didn’t. But either way, I will continue to do it.
Here is a conversation we had a few weeks ago. And I use the term “conversation” loosely. Like, looser than Paris Hilton’s hoo-ha, loosely.
(My mom is the white bubble and I am the green. Duh.)
Mom, I love you.
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