letters from home
Hey, Boo Boo
Just wanted you to know that I placed the swim suit and cap in the mail
to you— so start checking your mail box.
If the suit does not fit, please mail it back to me so I can return it
for a refund or get something else. I have included an extra envelope
if you need to return it. All you will need to do is put on postage. We have until February 22 to return it.
Also, I was reminded that you need to have your wisdom teeth pulled.
You will need at least three appointments: One for the evaluation, one
for the surgery, and one for the follow up. Maybe we can do this over
spring break? Call me and let me know when [your university] has Spring
Break so I can try to schedule something for you. We don’t want your
teeth to get pushed out of alignment by impacted wisdom teeth.
Dad got back home from Vegas late Saturday. We watched the Saints vs.
Vikings game yesterday and [your sister] made Carne Guisada from Venison. I know you must be happy that the Saints won and are looking forward to the Super Bowl.
[Your brother] got back from his whirlwind trip [to a city 3 hours away]. He left with [his girlfriend] Friday afternoon and returned with [his best friend] Saturday evening. [His best friend] spent one night and then left to go back to [the city 3 hours away] on Sunday. I don’t get it.
Well, take care of yourself. Love you.
Mom
This letter amuses me because:
A- It is just like my mom to include spare envelopes, thank you letters, stamps, etc. whenever dealing with her children because she knows that we are all too lazy to go to the nearest UPS store and do it ourselves.
B- She thinks I’ll actually be in town to get my wisdom teeth out during SPRING BREAK. Uh, no, I’m gonna be drunk on a beach somewhere.
C- I’ve been a Saints fan for like 5 years now (keep in mind I’m 19 and just got an interest in sports about 5 years ago…) and I sent my dad a text rubbing it in his face that MY team made it to the superbowl and his team didn’t and all he replied was “go colts!”
D- My brother and his best friend are like gay lovers. Since his best friend had to move back to his hometown three hours away, they have literally managed to spend every weekend together regardless.
Conclusion: I love my mom.
