So my mom… is TEXTING.
Which is all kinds of awesome.
It’s pretty much a dream for a deaf family member to be able to have rapid-fire responses to critical questions like:
Okay, I totally screwed up the sauce. Define a “little” cornstarch?
You know my grey plaid pants? They make my butt look big, right?
What I love about my mom is that she ends every text the same way she ends a conversation in real life.
I love you.
Except… for some blasted reason, when she tries to type a smiley afterward, it sometimes comes out like this:
I love you H0
Methinks it’s time for a conversation.