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Yesterday my bloggy pal Suburbia, was talking about her mother's new found agility at texting. 

Apparently, no technophobes, no slow learners these, our 'older' mothers.

On Sunday, my Mum sent me a message enquiring as to our plans for the day. I texted her back to say I was working and I would catch up her later.

Within a heartbeat she texted back with and I quote...  

'Who the fuck visits a Museum on Easter Sunday.....?'  

If she could receive images on her phone, I would have sent her pictures of the fuckers!


Be very afraid!

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  1. Hee hee, they have one track minds, got to love 'em tho!

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  2. Your Mum sounds great. I know that when I turned sixty last year I was so excited. Now I can say and do what I like and blame it on my age, LOL

    Margaret

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  3. that's just hilarious! your mom sounds like a great pal.. that's wonderful :D

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  4. From your mom! She sounds cool, and really, who does visit a museum on Easter sunday?

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  5. Fabulous. My own Mother would be very proud. Best not tell her though or she may try to copy!

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  6. I love it! She sounds just like me. ;)

    It's great when you can shock your children instead of the other way round.

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  7. Oh, my gosh! This post made me laugh! What your mother was really saying was: "what kind of fuckers don't visit their mother on Easter day?"

    Malisa

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  8. I think it would be neat to go to a museum on Sunday. But as you saw from my photos....the family fun won out for Easter.

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  9. Mothers can't say that word. They don't know that word. Do they?

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  10. Tut tut!
    She might have a point though! Museums are not for Easter Sunday! can go anytime!

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  11. Oh that made me laugh. I wouldn't have the guts to even post it without using asterisks!!

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  12. Does this mean i can do anything I like after my sixtieth in October - I'm so looking forward to it!!!!

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  13. Predictive text strikes again?!

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  14. I'm in an internet cafe in Willesdon Green [see, can't keep away] And I am blushing!!!!!

    You mother who needs to wash out her mouth.

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  15. And THIS is one reason why I love your mum! Calls 'em as she sees 'em.

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  16. I had to laugh at this one. My mom had a mouth like a sailor and would think nothing of it. I didn't matter who was around or what was going on. There were times when it was down right embarrasing like at my wedding when she argued with the minister's wife to the point the wife walked out of the wedding!! Her mouth was so bad that I did not call her when I went into delivery for my last child until after he was born and we were at home!!

    My mom was 63 when she passed.

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