Backstory: My mom recently got an iPhone and seems to think texts now work just like IMs. All these messages were sent in rapid succession after I told her I couldn’t go a Redskins game with her because I was obligated to go to my girlfriend’s birthday dinner.

mom: Ought
mom: Nah peewee
mom: Lol.
mom: Predicative feature changing my words!
mom: Ohhhhh was my intended response
mom: So no go???

Mom: I’d thought about buying a netbook, but I’ve decided against it. I think I’ll be fine with my iPhone.
Me: I think you’d get a lot of use out of a netbook. A guy in my Media & Society class brought his in for show & tell & he really likes it.
Mom: Oh really? What’d you bring…. Your vibrator?

Mom: C’mon, I know there’s no vibrator app for your i-phone!

Me: There is! It’s called myvibe. I think it’s hilarious.

Mom: Seriously??

Me: Yeah. Google it. Isn’t that crazy?

Mom: Really!  I can’t imagine that anyone would want that – while you’re driving – isn’t that more distracting than texting??

Backstory: Mom just got a new iPhone and wanted to practice texting. Apparently she couldn’t quite overcome the auto-correct feature…
Mom: Hey wiz up
Mom: I mean wiz up
Me: Dork.
Mom: Damn I again. Wiz.
Me: WUZ hahahahahaha
Mom: Wuuuuuuuuz
Me: Dorrrrrrrkkkkkkk
Mom: Bahahahahajhaaaa
Mom: Duck u
Mom: I mean ffffuck

me: I finally put music on my iphone

mom: so it works like an ipod?

me: it is an ipod
it is also a phone

mom: how confusing