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November 28, 2005
A Message to My Mother
Dear Maxine,
I've accepted that I can't stop you from reading my blog. Really, there's nothing here that I don't tell you during our daily one-hour phone calls. The only real difference is I'm more pithy and eloquent here than I am at 8 a.m. on the phone. However, it still makes me feel a bit like I'm 14 and have busted you reading my diary. But that's the nature of this medium.
But the commenting ... it disturbs me. Deeply. At least make sure you're not posting your comments with my name. It confuses me.
I know it would not be fair to impart rules on the person who once passed me through her vagina that I wouldn't apply to the many strangers who are allowed to read about my life. However, if I feel any lines are being crossed, I reserve the right to immediately turn poppymom.com into a free sex blog, complete with photos, videos and pithy, eloquent descriptions of the things your son-in-law and I do.
Sincerely,
Your loving daughter
PS - Please send stuffing.
Posted by Robin at November 28, 2005 05:33 PM
Comments
ha! this made me laugh until things came out of my nose.
Posted by: jodi at November 28, 2005 08:05 PM
Jeeze Jodi, don't say "came" and "nose" if Maxine is reading!
Posted by: m at November 28, 2005 08:10 PM
Pop, I just p m s l (see how I am inhibited in my language due to the presence of my friend's Mom) at that post - you completely, totally and absolutely effing rock!
Posted by: Zoe at November 29, 2005 02:02 PM
