Thursday, January 28, 2010

Poor Mary Patton...

But her son/daughter won't be writing her back. Especially as long as she thinks she's my mom.

Unless my mom created an alias and decided to e-mail me from that address, let it be known: Mary Patton is not my mother.


In case that is too small to read...I received an e-mail today from this woman asking me if I wanted to attend this "beading" party instead of watching the Super Bowl.

"Want to go? -Mom"

I feel like I'm living the real life children's book of Are You My Mother?

Because surely, my mom KNOWS that I will be watching the Super Bowl and not beading instead.

1 comment:

bablinn said...

This is spectacular. That is all. And unless your mother has changed an awful lot, my money says she will also be watching the Super Bowl and not beading.