my mom & dad have started text messaging.
oh yes, and they have a whale of a time with it too!
ok, i’ll be honest. my dad sends coherent ones. once he sent me one wishing me well before a big comedy show, and he signed it off “love, dad” and everything. that’s called advanced placement texting.
but then again, my dad’s been stocking up on the online course credits lately. i think he’s up to five or six courses. he has multiple print-outs on navigating spreadsheets all over our computer station at home right now. and his typing speed is up to a blazing 30wpm…up from 12! (if you smirked, i will fight you)
on the other hand…my mom?
well. she only actually has one go-to text message in her stock reserve, and it’s only for the occasion of: utter low-grade panic (because let’s be honest, no one is using text messages in a state of real emergency [i.e., no one would message “brb, went 2 go find H2O and other survivorz”]).
here’s my mom’s emergency testing service text message (it starts, as all good form letters do, with personal nickname usage):
Aploo mom is woqprrggh worried
now, let’s be real for a second. i would actually appreciate receiving this notation during an apocalypse. a mother’s worry is like bonus frownie points for still not being courteous or responsible as a 25-year-old.
my favorite thing about this message is: all of it.
i know she has this message in her back-up files because once she sent it to me by accident, and then she tried to explain it away when i got home by saying it was a false alarm.
but the damage was done. you can’t just write something like that, and not expect consequences! which she got in the form of a severe giggling and eyebrow waggling.
someone is pretty pop.
photo courtesy of Flickr and nate steiner
oh, so remember my art orange?
that is fine.
you can still take great enjoyment in this midafternoon delight.
also courtesy of Google…but i think it applies to all of us:
www.DatingWithoutDrama.com – Learn How To Understand Men – And Beat Them At their Own Game!