K. I'm not at work, I'm home. And I should be getting ready to leave for Salt Lake City instead of sitting in my smelly basement in my underwear.
But I wanted to leave today knowing that I had posted five days this week (it's my newest obsessive/complusion thing that I am currently tweaking over).
So I signed Margaret up for a gmail account.
She loves to send and — even better — get e-mails.
Recently I received this exactly reply to a message I had sent her:
"as you noe you rote me a e-mail i like it!!"
Yes, indeed, I had "rote" her "a e-mail." I love getting e-mails from her. Here's the one I got while at work yesterday:
"hi mom i had a fun day with daddy today bacus we went to the store
love margaret."
You're heart is made of stone if you do not think this is the cutest e-mail you've ever seen. And she only misspelled one work. My kid rocks.
Speaking of my kid, I posted a particularly entertaining entry about Mar's obsession with milk on my Haute Mamas blog, check it out.
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