I got a call this morning from my mom so the family could tell me Merry Christmas. After I got off the phone with her (and my dad, who primarily just wanted help getting out of Delta Labs in Doom III), I checked my email, and found two emails from them, sent last night. Between those two emails, I pretty much had a transcript of our conversation this morning. I hate it when she does that. When she emails me, she calls me to tell me the same things (but I've almost always already read it by then; tonight was a long night), and when I respond to her email, she calls me to ask the same questions without checking her email first.
Grrrr. Oh well; at least she doesn't call all the time like I was initially afraid.
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