What I Don’t Want You To Tell My Mother

I don’t want you to tell my Mother when I fail.

Here’s the back story:

A couple of days ago I wrote a blog post commemorating my parent’s wedding anniversary. Later that same day my Mother overheard me asking my Aunt Marie about the exact date she and my Uncle Bully got married. Of course my Mother wanted to know why I was asking about Aunt Marie’s wedding date. I jokingly told her that I had written something about “my parents.”

My Mother (laughing): “Don’t you start that!

Me (laughing):  “Don’t start what?” You know my brother and me write about y’all!”

Aunt Marie: “I know! That’s what I keep hearing! They keep telling me that y’all are writing about us!” (I’m not sure who “they”  are)

My Mother (still laughing): “All right now! You and your brother better stop it!”

I laughed my Mother off, but knowing my Mother the way I do, I knew I hadn’t heard the end of the matter. Sure enough, the next day I found this note taped to my bathroom mirror:

Technically, I’m off the hook because this blog is not Facebook or texting (I find the part about texting hilarious). Nevertheless, the word “etc.” is part of the note,  so  I guess I’m going to have to try to respect my Mother’s wishes and not write about her any more. 

I said I’m going to try.

Please don’t tell her when I fail.

Join in the Fray: What secret(s) do you want to keep from your Mother?

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