Monkey /See/ Monkey Do

The other day I got so into my "Mommy gets things done" mode that I didn't really think about the consequences of my actions. I remembered to write an email to a teacher at my son's middle school (whom I've never met, fortunately). The fact that my computer keyboard had a /c/ malfunction posed no problem to me, I just didn't think it would be a big deal.

It was later in the day that I realized the full scope of my choices. Read on and please still be my friend and say hi ....

Copy of email sent to teacher (I must have looked like a bumbling idiot to her):

Ms. Folkman,

 

Please exuse my typing (first off), my /see/ is not working.  My hild is in the 6th grade at Rose Hill. I would love to see him participate in the math lub. His name is arson Moss (imagine a /see/ in front of this name).

 

I am having difficulty arranging pikup for him at 4. I am wondering if you are allowed to give out a list of other kids in the lub so I an possibly arrange a arpool.

 

Sorry again for my keyboard,

 

olette Moss (again, imagine a /see/ in front)

 

 

When my sisters got wind of this email, we all laughed heartily the rest of the evening. Marci had been cleaning out her freezer that had about 5 inches of ice buildup (when she read the email, she claimed to have laughed so hysterically she fell back into the frozen meat). Melissa read the email in Target while shopping for sunglasses (I think) after having cut and organized 2727 box tops for her school. Janie said she was snort-laughing. My mom messaged me very late in the day saying, "Are you for real?" As though maybe she was considering trading me in for a different daughter . . .

 

All in all, laughing is good medicine right? Maybe next time it can be someone else's keyboard malfunction.