Let me premise this by saying my mother isn’t illiterate. Nor is she is technologically challenged. In fact, she’s a pretty smart lady. When I was younger, she could be counted on to solve our computer calamities, fumble around with our entertainment system until it blared backstreet boys, and was the only person who knew how to change the batteries in my Furby. The phenomenon of caveman-speak first surfaced when she began text messaging. She became obsessed with abbreviations, some of which I had never heard. Granted, she doesn’t have a full keyboard and is stuck with T9 so her brief, choppy messages are understandable. However, my mother has recently discovered Facebook Chat is the easiest method in which to get a hold of me since my job requires me to be on it for a good portion of the day. She has since carried the barely legible, Tarzan talk over to Facebook Chat. And I am not Jane.
What does this mean? I have not the slightest idea. My father, nieces, and her are in Florida. This is what came next.
I located the picture.
Yes, and now it all makes sense. She was actually perfectly describing the series of events that were transpiring in Florida.
Mallory Speak Mom Talk.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
When Parents Facebook Chat
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