One day, while I was at work, Darlene and Little G picked up the WP and took her with them to an 11:15 movie, leaving Bubbie alone in the house to just rest and relax. My technophobe mother only learned to text recently. I'm not sure but I think my brother and I tagteamed her. I assured her that, should there be some kind of grave emergency, this was the fastest way to get in touch with me, the only way to convey the proper level of urgency, something I would see even if I was not in a position to actually answer my phone.
At 1:09 p.m., I received the following text:
Should i be worried baby not home
Noooo. They probably talked D into taking them to maggie moo's.
ok
1:35 p.m.
where is the cheese grater
We have two.
One is a smaller one w a handle - drawer directly underneath drying rack
Other one is in upper corner cabinet
1:45 p.m.
boyh missing
both missing how about goat cheese
Goat cheese would be in deli drawer of refrigerator if we have it
wtf why are you trying to grate goat cheese
i will be leaving office soon so I can pick up anything you need
Cleaning products comet etc
What besides comet
And why are you cleaning. stop it
Im not but you will need sponges etc
Dude I'm all over it. leaving office now
1:59 p.m.
No ice sucks
What the f, woman
what are you doing that requires goat cheese and ice
Being a good partner
Aww! love
Back at ya
That text convo was too funny (LOL)! Goat cheese and ice? Moms are the best.
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