Oh noes, r u kidding?!!!!!1!

Someone has taught my mother textspeak. I'm not sure who, though I suspect my sister. Whoever it was, I'm appropriately thrown off, as you might expect. A few weeks ago I got a text message reading "Hows ur lil angel 2 da y cant wait 2 c her again r u getting any sleep". Seriously, that's a direct transcription.

This is concerning for two reasons, the first being that my mother is a middle-aged woman of the Baby Boomer generation, and now a grandmother, not a leet haxx0r ready to show her mad FPS skillz in a game of Halo. I don't think Mom even knows what Halo is, and if she ever did play, I'm pretty sure she would immediately be pwned, as the kids say. And second, this woman was an English major, one who even taught English for a year after college before moving out here to marry my dad. This is the woman who taught me to write, for crying out loud, who proofread and edited all of my papers for middle school and high school, who helped me write my resume after graduation. And now she's asking how my lil angel is 2 da y. I mean, there's nothing technically wrong with it, it's just kind of weird, y'know? Like if your great-grandmother, who only ever watches Lawrence Welk on TV and plays euchre and gin rummy down at the rec room, suddenly asks if you read the most recent Harry Potter. It's like... yes, grandma, I did, but why did you?

So that's where we stand right now. My mother hasn't demonstrated any other anachronistic behavior lately that I'm aware of, so hopefully it's just limited to textspeak, but who knows? Maybe next time we talk she'll tell me about how those bitches down at the mall need to check theyselves, because who died and made them boss anyway? They ain't all that.