One Thousand Cookies

Minutes after my last blog entry, I get the following dramatic text message on my phone:
mom: i am with manfriend on the cable. i won’t buy on Amazon any more. they are the online equivalent of Wallmart. they are pirates.
me: STOP STALKING MY BLOG. it’s strange and alarming.
mom: oh for god sakes
me: Are you really annoyed?
mom: no. i am not annoyed. by the way, your sister called while we were at the gym. she and her friend have a place of their own.
me: That’s great
mom: yeah. progress. and i made almost 1000 christmas cookies. a little ocd but i am so happy. i will have to take pix of the piles of cookies. what kind does manfr
me: Would you like me to call you, or do you prefer epic texts that rival Russian novels?
mom: ooooh call me

(minutes later)

mom: are you going to call me?

2 Comments »

Your mom sounds like someone I would hug.

Comment by Amanda C. — December 2, 2009 @ 10:40 am

She is extremely huggable.

Comment by alex — December 2, 2009 @ 10:42 am

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