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It’s been a rough week, there’s been a lot to do at work. In fact, so much to do that I managed to get a little too into having fun with one of our developers on Thursday night and managed to be a tad hungover all of Friday while we had some client visits.

Friday was a rough day and I still needed to head down south to Redondo Beach to visit the family, and lately I’ve noticed a surge of strange texts in my inbox from my stepdad, Bob.

Friday night at around 8:oo pm:

Leyla

Your Mom and I love. You so much Because you weren,t a juvinual delinquintwhen you were a teen. I hope we were good role models for you. Just forget about the times that we smoked and drank in front of you. were glad you didn’t become a crack Baby.

Love, Bob and Mom

I was hung over, and I came in wanting to just relax on Saturday and hang with my dog and my folks. Then I noticed I had some other texts, this time from my mother.

Leyla,

Bob had a terible accident this morning! A shark attack of all things can you imagine? Anyway he’s @ little co. of Mary room 348 (ICU). Bye the way dinner is off and will reschedule. please don’t call because we’re all at the hospital!!!!

Luv, Mom

I can’t believe that A) Bob managed to purchase my mother and iPhone, yet another thing I will have to endlessly provide tech support for throughout my life and that B) they’ve decided that texting is now the newer, better, more tech savy way of harrassing me.

Let me remind you dear mother and father … you have 200 texts a month only on your plan. Is this really the best way to serve that ? Think about it. What if Bob really did get attacked by a shark? He’ll always be the man who texted shark attack to me.

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