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Texting and Synchronizing

My daughter texted me in the middle of the school day.

Her:  My period started.  Can you come and get me?

Me:  Mine, too!  We're like twins!  *SQUEEE*!

Her:  Ha. Ha.

Me:  Did you soil yourself?

Her:  It's not visible.

Me:  Then why do I need to come and get you?

Her:  It feels weird.

Me:  Welcome to my world.

Her:

Me:  Where are you?

Her:  In the bathroom.

Me:  How long have you been there?

Her:  20 minutes.

Me:  That's just plain sad.

Her:  Can I call Grandma and tell her I'm sick?

Me:  No, you can't lie to Grandma.

Jenn:  Hey!  When are we going to lunch?

Me:  I'll be in town in two weeks!  Will you be around?

Jenn:  We'll be moving out of our house but let's do lunch and call it therapy.  HA!

Her:  Mom?  Are you still there?

Me:  Therapy it is!  Are you bringing the Klonipin au de toilette?

Her:  Why do I need therapy?  What are you talking about?

Me:  Oops.  Sorry.  I'll be there in 20 minutes.

Comments

  1. June Freaking CleaverMarch 28, 2011 at 8:04 AM

    Another good example of why I should never take up texting.

    Thank you for providing this message.

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  2. EmptyNesterMarch 28, 2011 at 8:53 AM

    Oh geez, I hate it when that happens! LOL

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  3. M-CatMarch 28, 2011 at 10:45 AM

    Love it! And you just inspired my next post.

    Is your daughter speaking to you again yet by chance?

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  4. TyneMarch 28, 2011 at 2:04 PM

    You crack me up. I hope your daughter has a great sense of humor like you!

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  5. KlinMarch 28, 2011 at 7:46 PM

    Ooooh you are going to be in BIG trouble when she reads the blog! LOL

    My daughter was texting for me because I was driving and I cannot do both at the same time. She was also texting her sister on her phone. She had my VT's pretty confused when she responded to them with at text meant for my other daughter. Pretty funny.

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  6. BandGeekGirlMarch 29, 2011 at 2:56 PM

    Dear mother,
    I will not be talking to you for the next week. Thank you for humiliating me. I hope your next period starts in public and it IS visible.

    --your extremely irritated daughter

    p.s. just so you are aware, makayla was the one who alerted me to this post. That tells me two things. 1)her mother and (I'm guessing) others in the ward follow your blog, so now they will never be able to look at me the same way again; and 2)YES, my friends do sometimes read things on this blog, and what you say actually impacts my life. Are you not at all sensitive to that?

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  7. ScottMarch 30, 2011 at 10:23 AM

    This is how the dad becomes the favorite for breif periods once in a while.:)

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  8. YolandaMarch 31, 2011 at 9:04 PM

    No pun intended - hee hee.

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  9. hatesocksApril 1, 2011 at 10:44 AM

    Other than this being hilarious. I am sorry BandGeekGirl. Fact of life and all that. If it makes you feel any better, it has been QUITE visible for all of us at one time or another. Probably for you too at some point. Then this embarrassment will be NOTHING compared :)

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