Hey Momma

We text regularly now, so writing to you kinda seems redundant. But seeing as I've never done things in the "typical" fashion, I don't really see any reason to let that stand in the way of me being your daughter and doing things different. Especially since it just occurred to me that you said something to me, moons ago, about making a book of all our past emails, and we haven't spoken of it in well over a year. If I'm confusing you, here it is, in all the straightforward glory I can give it. I WANT THAT BOOK OF EMAILS! I got a birthday this summer. Or Christmas works, too...I just want it 'cause I'm all kinds of twisted like that.
Did you ever have time to sit down, breathe, think about yourself, about me, and then connect the dots to realize that when I lived at home you and I couldn't stand to be around each other, let alone speak to each other, but now it's cause for worry if we haven't texted by evening? While the specifics suck, I'm definitely glad that we talk/text as much as we do now. And to think, Dad didn't believe the texting would make any difference in us communicating or staying in contact! I still think you shoulda bet him some serious coin on it. You could be rich now if you had! Although now that I think of it, that same money would end up right back in his hands in 3 days time, so it matters not.
There was another topic I wanted to mention here, but it seems that talking about people's ridiculousness has forced it from my mind - temporarily, at least. Oh! I got it! I was gonna tell you about sitting up all night for no necessary reason, then feeling like the whole day has rushed on by no later than 9AM. Because that's my day today. My day is also the small boy sorting his breakfast cereal, then the fruit snacks by color, and seeming to have something against the red gummies. It's the glamorous life, here. Well, except for the subjects that you and I have already beaten to death and/or completely worn out. Granted, there are always new details, and we both know I could talk about it forever, but it's probably just better if we let those things be. For now, anyway.
You have a birthday present for my small boy, and I just remembered that fact. I'll have to get on top of bringing those type things over here for the kids.
But for now...I'm gonna hafta step back before I start typing with my face after falling asleep right directly on my laptop.