An actual email, received from Mom, at 9:57 last night:
Subject: I Should Write A Book
I could write the old ladies version of your book. Weight Watchers is having a fitness challenge and they want people to do some sort of walk, run, or race on May 22, with training before it.
So a lady put up a sign at the WW center asking anyone who wanted a walking partner to email her. So I did and we just spoke on the phone and we are going to meet on Sunday morning to walk. I think she must be in my age range. She used to work in a spa and she lives nearby.
I’m going to walk to and from her place and we will walk 40 minutes by the lake.
My mom is all BFF-searchy! Doesn’t it just make you want to hug her?