Happy Birthday to Marky!

Sometimes my mom goes off on a tangent and it's hard to know what she's trying to say. Not only does she hold the title of "worst story teller in the world", but she makes up random facts, she changes subjects without proper segues, she likes to make up her own text message abbreviations, and she frequently mispronounces words. Carrying on a conversation with her can be quite confusing at the best of times. Today's post is an example of what I mean.

The following is a string of emails sent between my mother and I on "my Marky's" birthday:

And wish him "Happy Day" I did.