It occurs to me that some day she might decide to come read T&G. She knows it exists and has for years, and I think she may have seen it a time or two. But I don’t think she reads it regularly. She has said before that she would just as soon let me have my little private internet corner.
Now that we have gifted her with a portable computer, I feel like it may be only a matter of time before she finds her way over here and starts paging through all the things that I’ve written about my life and the family. And I hope she doesn’t take offense to my telling stories that may or may not be mine to tell.
I know she’s not going to like the cussin’. But, well, that’s just who I am. Filthy.
So, Mom. If you DO ever stumble upon my humble digital abode, do me the kindness of leaving a comment so I will at least know you’re around. There’s no need to lurk.
:)
I got a little weirded out at first when I found out not only my mom but some other family members were reading mine, and at that point I’d been blogging what, about nine or ten years so even more kind of icky for a moment. But they are pretty cool anyway and I got over it soon enough, it was just a little weird at first. And I probably do edit myself a little bit nowadays since I know they drop by sometimes – not much, but a teeny tiny bit. Especially in the last three years when things have been a little on the rough side – my mom’s been worried enough about me without me making it worse so there’ve been times I probably made a little effort not to sound as depressed as I really was, that kind of thing.
Other stuff (of the kind most people might consider censoring themselves over) – nah, don’t care, and they really don’t either. LOL.