Dear Mom, You’re watching me write this from the bushes outside my window, but I’m pretending not to see you. The binoculars are a bit much and the gardener disguise isn’t working; I know it’s you. It’s always you crouching in the bushes pretending to prune everyday at 3:30. I’ve decided to write this letter the old-fashioned way, with pen and paper, instead of Facebook because you always see that I’m online and reply before I can finish the first sentence. This gives me the chance to form my thoughts and work out exactly what I want to say. Mom,…
Author: Betsy Hunt
Betsy Hunt
Senior Editor @TheSyndromeMag, Humor Writer, Italian-English Comedy Translator, Pastafarian. Follow Betsy on Twitter @betsy_is_funny.