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Birth Control Pills, not Book of Common Prayer

In my blogwanderings around Teh Internets, I came across a link to Postcards from Yo Momma. For anyone who’s ever been exasperated by email from their relatives, I recommend it. It’s sweet and funny. For example, this one from a mom to her daughter who’s obviously away at college.

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I’m also sending you a credit card with a $1000.00 limit for emergencies. The PIN is **** (but avoid using in for cash advances, as they charge a usurious interest rate for those). I’ll bring your BCP (birth control pills, not Book of Common Prayer). In the meanwhile, don’t get pregnant. I’ll get to the FAFSA as soon as possible.

Looking forward to a vchat and especially to seeing you in person soon.

One of the things that struck me is the complete and utter non-sequiturs. My mom sends me email like that all the time–one big paragraph with twenty unrelated topics all smooshed together.

Reading through some of the emails at PfYM makes me kind of homesick.

Crankypantsing

Asschapeau du Jour

I just got back from the bathroom. When I walked in, there was a girl standing in front of the sinks, furiously texting someone on her phone. Why on earth it’s necessary to text someone from the bathroom is beyond me, but I’m just thankful she wasn’t actually talking on the damned thing. In the bathroom. Anyway, the next thing I hear is water running. She was washing her hands. After using her phone. After using the bathroom.