Emily and I had the following text conversation today.
Me: I have a new favorite song. It's called Slice by Five for Fighting. Listen to it when you get home from school. But don't leave school just to listen to it. Cause you know what I always say...be kool. Stay in skool. *
Emily: Ok. You are so weird. e.**
Me: You on the bus?
Emily: Yes, Mom. e.***
Me: What are you doing tonight?
Emily: We are...GOING TO SONIC!!! And fyi, your girl whitney is on the radio on the bus right now. e.****
Me: SONIC?!?!?! WHAT?!?!?! Tell me more! And gotta love Whitney. And of course my rendition of "I Wanna Dance With Somebody."
Em: Mom and Dad are ordering out so you and me are going to Sonic, oh sister dear, bff. And I Wanna Dance With Somebody is on now. I laughed when it came on. e.*****
Me: You have made my day. No-week. No-YEAR!! What ever will I get?
Em: The snack trio? e.
Me: Yeah, maybe. Or vodka.
Em: Well you DO have to drive us there, remember. e.
Me: TWELVE!!!! I meant TWELVE! I might get twelve snack trios! Hahaha I must have hit some incorrect buttons and that's what T9 came up with!******
Em: I was gonna say... e.
Me: Haha OH MY. Well I also need to get my car washed-you game? No vodka. PROMISE.
*I actually don't always say that.
** Em has started "signing" all of her texts with an "e." Personally I think it's slightly redundant since if she sent the message, I figure it's pretty safe to assume that she wrote it too. I guess she just likes the reassurance.
***This was totally said/typed with an attitude. It's her way of asking me WHY ARE YOU ALL UP IN MY BUSINESS? But, what can I say? I like to know where my people are at all times. Some people would call that nosy. I like to use the word "informed."
**** She was referring to Whitney Houston. I consider myself to be pretty good buds with old Whitney since I sing her songs on a regular basis, which is why Em feels comfortable referring to her as "my girl Whitney."
*****She wrote "you and me." It should be "you and I." Knife in my English major heart. And I promise she really did call me "oh sister dear, bff."
******I was exaggerating with the twelve snack trios. But let's be honest here. One measly snack trio does not a dinner make.
I got home from work tonight and we were ready to kick off our evening of excitement with a trip through the car wash. Unfortunately it was closed when we got there, but I needed to vacuum Old Blue anyway. (I am still find kitty litter from my horrible flooding experience.) Em took it upon herself to photograph the event.
And then...SONIC TIME. I did not, in fact, get the snack trio. Or vodka, for that matter. But dinner was delicious and Em and I are still SONIC'S BIGGEST FANS.But the night wasn't over yet. I know what you're thinking. Laura, there is absolutely no way your night could have POSSIBLY gotten any more exciting! But alas, it did. We pulled out of the Sonic parking lot, or as I like to call it, The Most Dangerous Place In The County To Drive Your Car, and headed for WalMart. I KNOW! If that's not living on the edge, I don't know what is.
We turned the radio on and by a stroke of luck, or perhaps divine intervention, we tuned in just in time for the Philly Five Breakdown. And the number one song was none other than my buddy Flo Rida's "Club Can't Handle Me," a song whose title was obviously based on me and my crazy clubbing habits. Emily felt the song was cool enough to warrant turning on the sweet ambient lighting feature that came with my car (thank you, Dad!), and proceeded to photograph her Sonic cup illuminated by every color of the rainbow.
Exciting night, right? We might need to take it down a few notches in the future because seriously, I don't know if we can keep up this pace. But, imagine how much fun it would have been if there really was vodka involved.
That would have been weird.
That would have been weird.