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Funny Text Exchanges – Everybody’s Got One


So I’ve taken on a big writing project. Huge. At least by my standards. (We’ll talk more about that later. Maybe.) Anyway, in the meantime, several things are liable to take a hit. Like laundry, timely bill paying, my interpersonal relationships, basic hygiene and sometimes, just maybe, the blog.

I know. There are six people who are really upset right now.

Well relax, six people. I won’t let you down. My point, and I do have one * … is that I’ll just be trying  to make you laugh … or cry … or go hmmmmm a little faster these days so I have enough time to get to everything. Which brings me to today’s writing prompt, brought to us by MamaKat. It’s soooo easy. All I’m asked for today is “A funny text exchange.”

Fortunately for me, I am surrounded by a gaggle of half-baked lunaticscard-carrying nut jobs … sharp-witted comedians with which I often exchange my idiot brand of humor. You guys remember Vanessa, right? Here are just a few samples:

The Toe Circumcision series (Warning: nasty photo within) …

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Two weepily nostalgic mothers looking at baby pics of their giant kids …

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… Or just daily minutiae.

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* The first book written by Ellen DeGeneres who, by coincidence, does a recurring segment on her show called “Clumsy Thumbsy” about funny text exchanges courtesy of auto-correct. Sadly, I text with the dexterity of a fifteen year old so I don’t encounter many of the errors. Don’t worry though. I’ll keep trying. 


I love you, Ellen. I assume you’re reading, right?

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The Ghosts of Easters Past (The Good Kind, Not the Scary Ones)


HAPPY EASTER, EVERYBODY!

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Not only is this picture one of my favorite Easter memories, it’s one of my favorite motherhood memories. Back then, my boy took that orange Bear in the Big Blue House frying pan everywhere he went. And it was the only thing that kept him from completely falling apart that day on the Bunny’s lap.

That cranky 18-month-old boy is thirteen years old today. And he’s headed off to high school next fall. And yes … in case you’re wondering … I will most definitely be an emotional mess when that happens. Plan now to be dealing with crying-in-the-fetal-position-in-the-back-of-the-closet Michele.

Actually, I still have the orange pan. Maybe I’ll try clinging to it tightly as he walks on to his new campus next August.

This post was written in part for Mamakat’s writer’s workshop and in part because I am getting crazy nostalgic for my children’s babyhoods.

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