I miss Lufkin. There, I said it, okay? I miss it. Miss the people, miss the places, miss Abe Martin Stadium.
Okay, I don't miss Abe Martin Stadium. (I already have a church, okay?)
So, when I get a call, it's a good thing. I love seeing "DAD" or "PAPA" or a similar ID. This past week, my phone rang and I noticed "MOM" on the screen.
Naturally, I answered it, glad to speak to my mother. Would she be just checking in? Would she be heading up to Tyler soon to spend some time with my children? Was she calling to tell me she loved me?
No.
None of these.
ME: "Hey, mom."
MOM:
"Hey, can you help me publish my 25 Random Things?"
"Hey, can you help me publish my 25 Random Things?"
Congratulations, Facebook. You've arrived.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________"The Last Time I Talked To My Mother" is actually a regular series over at Melissa's blog. Melissa is one of my wife's best friends and she's a fantastic writer. I'd encourage you to check out her stuff...it's really great.
4 comments:
Man thats funny. My wife is all about facebook.
Actually I believe I did ask about the family (children) first. And by the way my 25 things aren't published yet, I typed and lost 3 times and gave up. Ha So maybe Facebook hasn't arrived. I do really love you, Could you tell me how to save a draft, and where does it go?
Oh this is just great!! I love it.
My mom called me about the 25 things too. It was 11:00 pm - I thought someone had died......
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