Mom says she hopes that her left lung doesn't get an inferiority complex, now that is 5% smaller than the right - give or take. "We will pump it up with self esteem," she laughs.
God love my sister, Jen, but she's driving me nuts with all these text messages. It's hard to jam my pie-hole with gummy bears, type, check the phone and respond, using the goofy click, click, click to get the right letters. I need one of those fancy full keyboard phones like the rest of the world. Oh well...
Mom wants the best for her daughters. She's happy Julie is on vacation tipping sail boats into the ocean. And she's happy Jen is home, relaxing. "She needs to rest. She looks very tired." She loves her daughters almost as much as she loves her favorite, one and only, best thing in the world, handsome, funny, enjoyable son. (I'm serious she really said all those things. she's going nutty!)
She loves her husband and hopes he's sleeping well. "Wherever he is."
Friday, July 3
The lung contest
at 10:26 PM
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get a phone from this millenium and stop complaining about me.
jen
(mom's TRUE favorite child)
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