My mom is bringing earrings to my bridal shower today for me to wear. I have no other earring options.

Slow clap for Cha Cha. She’s learning.
My mom is bringing earrings to my bridal shower today for me to wear. I have no other earring options.

Slow clap for Cha Cha. She’s learning.
There were no less than 36 texts on the sibling group chat when I woke up this morning.
That’s 36 too many for Steph.



Spoke to my mom on the phone earlier…
Mom: “I saw you and Suzie went to dinner together the other night!”
Me: “We went to dinner last week. But how did you see that?”
Mom: “You posted a photo!”
The photo she’s referring to is this one, which I posted on Suzie’s timeline for her birthday:

It was taken in 2004.
There is apparently no approach that will elicit a response.

Still nothing.
This seems to have been the theme of the bachelor party weekend. Here’s 5 different texts over 3 days:





Texting with my cousin, who I’ll be seeing at my bridal shower this weekend….






I texted Jeremy for assistance with a particularly confusing 8th grade math problem (shut up), and I will admit that he was super helpful and did give me the answer.
But this is what happens when you ask a PhD student for help.


In a move that defies logic, Steph agreed to a night on a party bus with 15 other people, to go see the jam band Lotus for Zack’s birthday.
This was the ride home.


It should be noted that she had no more than 2 drinks.