cracking up

So. 

I spent last evening chatting with my mom

 on the phone and drinking wine. 

I talked her through how to upload photos

to facebook 

{she is new to facebook} 

and told her how to edit photos on her new MacBook. 

I ended up drinking a bit too much

{ok, a lot too much} 

and when I went to bed my phone 

was totally out of batteries. 

I set the alarm on my bedside table instead of setting my 

phone alarm because it was out of juice.

I, on the other hand, was full of juice. ;)

In my *fuzziness* I must have set my time ahead 

by one hour because I got up, rushed

around getting ready, hopped in my car

and realized that I was 

AN HOUR EARLY 

driving to work. 

I decided to go to my favorite CenPho coffee bar to 

kill some time. I plugged my phone into the 

car charger and off I went. 

I arrived at the coffee shop and brought my phone in. 

While waiting for my soy latte I checked my email and found this 

from my mom. 

It seems she is not so good at the photo editing. 

Tee hee! 

subject: i am totally serious and totally retardation

email: i used the edit feature, the remove red eye

 one and look what happened.  

now i don't know how to make myself nice again.  

DIS ITH NOT YOUR MUDDAH.

I. 

WAS.

HOWLING.

The baristas just started at me like I was a lunatic. 

And that is the end of my story.