Me (leaving message): Call me puh-lease. I am bored and need someone to talk to. Don't worry about waking me up, I don't take the phone with me when I take a nap. So call me. Please. Whenever you get this. Call me. Please. Call me. I want to talk to you. Call me Please. Call me. OK Luh-uh-vuh you. Bye.
Incoming call from my mom three hours later:
Me (slightly raised voice) You're too late! I don't want to talk anymore.
Mom (Not waiting for me to finish and yelling) What the Hell do you want?
Snickers from both of us.
Me Ahhh, I love us.
Mom dissolves into laughter.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
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Love you and your Mom! No other two alike!
ReplyDeleteThank you. I am so grateful to God for healing our relationship. Having you for a friend instead of my child is such an absolutely wonderful experience.
ReplyDeleteYou are my daughter and I get to be your mom!! Love the person you are. You have such value in my life.