word to your mother;

if there is anything i live for, it is the text messages i receive from my mother. poor boston, you’re going to have to deal with both filson women in less than two weeks. i feel like i should notify the police of her arrival time. can you tell that we’re related?

{some background: oliver is my mother’s weenie dog. he is a handful and we make fun of him and his short t-rex arms often. and my mother and i frequently reference gilmore girls. rory gilmore is my apparent alter ego.}