Thursday, May 13, 2004
I got a fun email this morning - from my mother. It was full of enthusiasm, on bubblegum stationery, sprinkled with wacky animated images. With my birthday being right around the corner, she wanted to get the excitement rolling. Complete with one-liners, lots of scrolling to build anticipation and a drumroll announcing her gift idea for me.
She knows I love surprises. But she also knows I'm really picky about certain things. So instead of buying the gift and sending it to me, she told me about it, knowing I had my heart set on a specific one. Unfortunately, it's the one thing I bought for myself this year: A digital camera. [when it rains, it pours].
I know my mom has the link to my journal. I wasn't sure if she was reading me on a regular basis. But her email gave me a good clue since most of my recent entries mention my new digital camera.
I wrote back to her saying, "Whoops, sorry! I already bought my camera." Her first response to me was a reminder about how I'm not supposed to buy anything before my birthday. A few minutes later, she wrote me again. This time with suggestions from my list of coveted items. She even offered to buy me a baseball bat [with lots of laughter attached].
Well, now I know my mom's all caught up on my latest journal entries. I won't deny it's a bit strange thinking she's here, reading my every thought. But it does save on stamps and long distance phone charges.
I went on with my doggone day. When I returned, I came home to another fun email saying this has been ordered and is on its way to me! Woohoo! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! Thanks Mom!
Now I can get this or this or this or this ... or some of my favorite movies ... ok, going a little overboard. Oooh, Overboard!