Story Time

I wouldn't normally post short stories like this on here, but I wanted to share this moment of "this is my life" sort of stuff, and it's too long for twitter.

I called Mum today. When we were talking, she asked me, "If I want to send you a website on the email, how do I do that?" I was actually shocked, not because she's never asked me stupid questions about the Internet before [she has.], but because she's probably sent me hundreds of links in the last few years. So I walked her through copying and pasting the link, again, and then I had to head off to class. An hour and a half later, she texts me to not forget to read her email. I do so. She has copy and pasted the entire website into the email. Yeah.