Beware the Unlabeled Travel Size Bottle
Backstory: I had left an unlabeled plastic travel size bottle at her house filled with a self heating clay facial cleanser.
Hi Honey, it’s your mom.
I hope you don’t mind but I used some of the conditioner you left here after your last visit. It made my scalp get really hot, and totally dried out my hair. Strange. Well, I love you. Call me.
The Politics of the Ballet Recital
Backstory: Since this is my mother’s first grandchild, she’s still getting used to the idea of parenting as a spectator’s sport.
Me: Here is a copy of the program for A’s ballet recital. I don’t have many addresses here at work so please forward this on to M and K for me.
Mom: Is A only in the Butterfly one?
Me: If you are referring to performance 19 of 26 you would be correct… Make sure to go to the bathroom and eat something before we go.
Mom: So, what you are trying to say is that we have to make nice and sit through every tap dancin’, glitter-spewing, fall down balling, pageant on crack event until we finally get to some real talent. Grand… Oh, and since K’s ex-wife’s daughter’s chubby little tinkerbell is in A’s class, I may have to hold off on that invite.
What’s Coffee Without Cream Like?
I’m trying to do coffee w/out cream & artificial sweetner and it’s like toast w/out butter or sex w/out penis…
We Were Definitely Stupid
Hi honey!
Thought you might like to see this pix. The person who took it had to have her head examined. Wow it’s incredible! I thought it might give you thoughts of home. When I lived in western Kansas, we always jumped in our cars and pickups and chased tornadoes.
We were definitely stupid.
Love you lots, Mom
Seriously, Gary
Backstory: Not only does my mom love typing phonetically (see also: “sat-chill” for the far-too-common “satchel”), she has a serious love-hate (well, hate) relationship with MTV “Teen Mom’s” Amber who constantly berates her boyfriend with the stinging, “Seriously Gary.” But, you know, with an accent of some sort.
Checking my gray hairs today, I noticed that there is dye on my scalp in blotchy form. It looks like scabs all over the top of my head! I quickly pulled the hair back up and put my hat on…. happy I packed it my sat-chill. I had no idea it was so noticeable. Looks like I have a head disease – seriously Gear-ree. I’m gonna have to scrub it out somehow off the scalp first before re-dying my hair. It looks permanent!
In Case of Craigslist Murder
I’m going to pick up a clay cooker from a guy on Craig’s list. Dad was going to come with me; however, he isn’t feeling well so I’ll probably go alone. I’ve done it before but in case the guy, Russ, (details left on desk by the kitchen phone) hacks up my body and feeds me to the ducks, I want you to know that I love you very much. And if it comes to trial, I think Dad should get the $15 back that I’m paying for the clay pot.
Today in Mom News: Not Realizing You’re Preggo
One of my favorite guilty pleasures on TLC is I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant. For those of you not familiar with the show, it’s pretty self-explanatory–it’s a reality show about ladies who did not realize they were preggo until they’re giving birth in the toilet at work or whatever. The New York Times’ Lisa Belkin points us to the latest “surprised mom,” Kentucky native Kelly Bottom. We want to hear your own urban legends: Do you know any “surprised moms” personally or were you one yourself? Are you also a fan of crazybananas reality shows? We want to hear from you in the comments!
Planning for a Barista-in-Law
Mom: I think the guy at starbucks likes you.
Me: Ew. We call him Jethro – cause he’s dumb.
Mom: I can’t listen to you say mean things. Don’t call him Jethro – he’s cute.
Me: He’s on drugs.
Mom: Well, I don’t want you mixed up with someone on drugs.
Me: But you want me mixed up with a barista!? Do you want me to have to bring your grandchildren to live with you after my barista/drug dealer husband leaves us????
Happy… Birthday?
Hope you are having a great day. I don’t remember having such a great day about this time 27 years ago! (My exact quote: “Give me drugs, I don’t care if she is brain damaged for life.”) But I love you anyway. I’ll call this evening. Love, Mom
Where the Heck is Click?
Opened your list as a word doc. It say to press control+click … where the heck is click? I have been racking my brains trying to figure out how to view a couple items. I tried control+every key and nothing. HELP!!!!!!!!!
Did I mention I need… HELP!!!!!!!!!!
Love you
