Saturday, October 22, 2011
"Hi Mom," I nestle the phone in the crook of my neck and take a seat, "whatever happened to hello?"
"Oh," she laughs, "Hello."
"Yeah hello yourself, so whats with the wii?"
Great, nothing's happening and I get to troubleshoot from three thousand miles away. "Is there a disc in the machine?"
"Kelly." Mom's voice is a bit indignant, but then I hear Brat laughing in the background and I start to snicker.
I like these shorthand conversations with family, they make me laugh, but with google, not so much. I am now anonymous. I was shy for forty years, so I don't want to be anonymous. I am sure at some point I'll find my way back from anonymity and splatter my face across the web, but first I have to drive Brat from New York to Los Angeles. So ... pray for me, or pray for Brat, or send me the address to really great diners that serve really great pie ... Sigh