Let's start here.
Normally I can somehow figure out what on earth my mother is trying to convey, typos, shorthand and all...
This time I just rolled with it, until I saw her at lunch time.
Shortly after that message she blocked my text messages on her phone for the 864th time.
She blocks me and sends frantic "did you get my text!?!?!" messages when she doesn't receive my responses.
Until I point out to her she probably unknowingly blocked me again.
Then we have this series of messages from a few weeks ago during the NFC Championship game.
She doesn't have a competitive bone in her body (don't worry, I more than make up for that).
And she will tell you she hates sports, especially football and baseball.
But I know the truth.
She'll catch game highlights in patients' rooms.
Or claim she is going to spend the afternoon at home alone NOT watching the game.
But proceed to spend the second half of the game texting me, my dad, and sister non-stop.
My grandmother might be the 49ers and Giants biggest fan, and it's impossible for that to not rub off on my mom, hate it as she may...
Please note the randomness of "I pad rules" and the plethora of medical terms, and "barky hearsall" still no clue what that means...
49ers may have lost, but having a mom like this is definitely winning.
I mean, after all, she is very concerned about my exposure to Carbon Monoxide apparently.
And when you are stuck in Houston nothing beats wishes from Bert...well except for wishes from Ernie!