I called my mom last night because I hadn't talked to her in a few days, and, after asking me if I'd been to the Minneapolis airport lately (WHAT?!), we started talking about my brother and how he's adjusting to college.
"Do you talk to him often?" she asked.
"Yeah, I talk to him online everyday... he seems to be doing okay."
"Yes, he does seem to be enjoying it a little more. But is he telling you things he's not telling me? Is that story on your blog true?"
"Huh?"
"Did his roommate actually pee on the carpet?"
"Uh... I thought you didn't read my blog."
"Well, I Google you occasionally just to see what you've been up to."
Great. My mother GOOGLES me. Also, David: call her.
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lol I love mom's and technology. And I love that she "googles you" rather than just go straight to your blog.
My mom sends me text messages now. Usually something like "wut u doing"
No apostrophe on "moms"
Don't you hate when people leave another comment to correct the grammar in their previous comment?
Oh dear God....
Great, now I can't pretend nothing bad has actually happened with my roommate. Dammit.
Sucks that mom reads your blog. Look at it this way...it could be dad.
-David
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