Dear Mom:
Thanks for having me.
Also, I appreciate that you allowed me to watch television. Lots of it. From a very young age, and always without a filter. That is not to say that you failed parental obligations by exposing me to myriad evils on the small screen. Because obviously I can distinguish between fact and fiction. Except when I discuss characters on Lost with friends and fellow fans.
Although I know you would have preferred that I applied the same degree of effort and enthusiasm that I have for pop culture to, say, the stock market, you’ve never expressed anything other than support for every aspect of my life, job and hobbies.
I love that you were my very first blog subscriber, and that you check the site every day for updates. I don’t even mind when you call to point out the rare grammatical or spelling error.
You rule, and so does my grandmother, your 97 year old mother. That I have gained even an ounce of your combined wisdom, intellect and personalities is an honor.
I hope you had a chocolate-filled Mother’s Day, because that is how the women in our family roll. Call me if you need an explanation about that phrase.
Love,
Jo
p.s. Thank goodness ‘being green’ wasn’t hip in the early 80′s; the amount of Aqua Net in my feathered hair is obscene. Also, sorry that the string of pearls & pink dress look never took. You tried your best.
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