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My Mother, the woman who would rather dictate to YBJ instead of composing an email herself, has kicked it up a notch and learned how to send text messages. Sort of.
Last night my 'Please Don't Bother Me' hour was interrupted no less than five times. The messages, in the order I received them:
And I'm fairly certain the first three weren't meant for me.
Last night my 'Please Don't Bother Me' hour was interrupted no less than five times. The messages, in the order I received them:
- Case m!
- Case 6!
- 6
- Is THiS xOrKing!
- Gnocchi recipe (recipe follows)
And I'm fairly certain the first three weren't meant for me.
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