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The World Needs My Outlook

We were talking to Lora after you last night and she said I should write a blog. I have decided that the world needs my outlook. So I’m going to. Like today we went to the bank with Oscar, we were there for two hours. As Dad said it’s pretty bad when you can say your accomplishment for the day is to almost open a bank account.

Stuff like that. I am now going to email Bob, I don’t know how to make a blog get on the internets. He will know how to do it, but be a pain in the ass about telling me how, and that I can’t write anything anybody would want to read. I’m sort of dreading this already. You don’t know how to make a blog be on the internets do you?

Dead Girl Spam

Backstory: My mom is a really smart lady (she has a masters in mathematics!) but she’s so dumb when it comes to chain emails and texts.

mom: Did you send me that horrible text about the dead person haunting me at my bedside?

me: what??

mom: I got this text from a “dead” girl who was stabbed 20 times by her father and if I don’t help her find her father (so she can haunt him) she will stand at my bedside every night and haunt me.

me: it was probably spam
delete it

mom: I’m going to call back the number first to see who it was (from another number).
Buddah had a deer tick on his face yesterday – I got it off.

My Daughter, The Pot Commentator

You know that blog that you and Martha showed me….the pot one.. Did you know you could be a commentator on that or something like that. One of Martha’s friends applied and got it. I thought you and/or Steve would be good at that too.



Love, Mom