Someone destroyed my parents’ mailbox in Potomac. Mom sent this email:
Followed by this email:
I can’t even by offended by this. When I saw the photo, sitting on my couch in NYC, even I wondered if I did it.
Just seems like something I’d do.
Someone destroyed my parents’ mailbox in Potomac. Mom sent this email:
Followed by this email:
I can’t even by offended by this. When I saw the photo, sitting on my couch in NYC, even I wondered if I did it.
Just seems like something I’d do.
What I wouldn’t pay to give this guy a full-blown koala hug and never let go.
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.
The best part about doing your wedding invitation on Paperless Post is that you can physically see your mother inviting more guests every day, thinking you don’t notice.
Eric (in green) just learned not to ask stupid questions.
Literally the slowest-moving person we know, god love her.
In terms of wedding dress shopping (or life in general), there is pretty much nothing more annoying than when your mother disapproves of the choice you’ve made, and insists you explore other options because you just “never know.” Excuse me, but I am an adult, and I do know. I am perfectly capable of making this decision on my own. But fine, you came in to NYC, so I will humor you and go to ONE MORE PLACE and try on that dress that I would NEVER have thought to pick for myself, just so you can have the satisfaction of knowing I DID give your ridiculous opinions a shred of consideration.
Which leads us to the ONEÂ thing in the world which is even MORE annoying than when your mother doesn’t trust your judgement–
When your mother is right.*
Bought the dress right on the spot.
About 398459238490 times better than the one I picked.
Thanks, Mom.
*I reserve the right to deny this post during future arguments.
There was a shooting at Montgomery Mall, which is less than 5 minutes from my parents’ house. Nobody had heard from Mom.
What ensued was the world’s jewiest game of Clue.
Then, hours later, Mom, unable to figure out the tricky mechanics of group texting (she has an iPhone), sent this to just Jeremy:
Case closed.
Not only is Mom alive, she lives a way better life than the rest of us.