And not metaphorically. My actual, physical head hurts—the whole thing, including the face and hair. So today I will look to the ever-present wellspring of blog fodder: my mother, who is Much Worse Since She Learned How to Text.
Mom: When can we expect some California pictures
Mom: Goodish. Did you lie about mailing me the card.
Me: No I didn't. Why are you so suspicious?
Mom: Maybe because you are a compulsive liar which seems to run in the family. Something of which I do not boast.
Mom: Don't take that personally.
Me: It's okay. I know you're really referencing Nanny.
Mom: Well and some. If the shoe fits as they say.
Me: I am trying to work here.
Mom: Me too and probably harder than you. Talk later.
P.S. I'm the featured topic over at Hadrian's Walk. You should check it out, because I don't often agree to interviews. I'm very private.