Where does the good go

Hoisted on her own petard

I was up late Sunday night watching football. The game turned out to be the most awesome thing ever, and I was all jacked up on adrenaline and couldn’t sleep. So… I stayed up and I watched the game again.

Needless to say, by the time I got home on Monday night, I was dead tired and face planted into bed. When I checked my phone this morning at 4 AM, there were like five text messages from my mother saying “Urgent. Call me immediately.” There were three missed calls. I decided to call her. She was totally sleeping.
“It’s Dawn. You said it was an emergency…”
Still groggy she’s all “What?”
“It’s Dawn… you texted me ten times yesterday…”
“And you’re just now calling me?”
“I was sleeping…what’s the emergency?”
“I wanted you to show me how to log on to facebook so I could vote for Dancing with the Stars.”

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