Mother Daughter IM

Sometimes the only communication I have with my kids is virtual. It’s ok; any connection is fine by me and sometimes you can simply jump into each other’s day and ease the pain a little. The following is part of a chat with my daughter who, as part of her internship duties, had to be the receptionist for two days in a row. This came in at about 4:45 PM just as most of the office was getting ready to vamoose. (note we both have our dog as our icons… scary) I am in the blue in case you could not guess.

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7 responses to “Mother Daughter IM

  1. Kevin E. Kronenberg

    What color jello…………love it !! LOL

  2. Bonnie M. Brockett

    Very funny – I especially like your response to her not wanting to work; its called.. retire or trust fund & atrophy….

    the whole conversation was funny – made me laugh out loud.
    and that was just her 1st day?!

    I could use a T-shirt that read “I hate my life”

    thanks Amy

    • oh no, only her first day as receptionist. all the interns had to rotate and cover the desk while the receptionist is on vacation. they had to sign up for 3 days and this was her first. she has actually been interning since early June.

      and no such t-shirt. we change lives before we proclaim their suckiness on our shirts.

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