Anyways, I got the best email yesterday from my mom. It was nothing short of a howler. (for those of you not familiar with Harry Potter terms, a howler is a mean/angry letter from a someone. The owls would swoop in and drop off the mail during breakfast time, and if it was a howler, everyone in the Great Hall could hear the letter screaming before it ever arrived in the hands of the unfortunate recipient.)
So, I guess my mom read my blog (which I know she does, which I love) and didn't like the idea that I went for a walk on Friday night. The email started with (and I quote, verbatim), "OHMYGOD, Kimberly! Would you please take it easy?" and ended with, "Consider yourself scolded."
The whole thing made me smile. Kimberly? She hasn't called me that in years. I felt like I was 16 years old again. Although I think she yelled at me at my baby shower (not yelled, but scolded - you know what I mean) in June, and she used my maiden name, not my married name, when she did it. I guess old habits die hard.
So, Mom, I got the message. I'll be good. :-) Your howler has been heard.