Hunter found out recently that he will be doing a summer internship in Memphis. He’s terribly excited about this, but I am having a wee bit of anxiety. Isn’t there a lot of crime in Memphis? And it’s further away than I really wanted him to be all summer.
Anyway, he’s moving to a city where he knows no one, and I had a great idea to help him out.
I sent him a text message last night –
ME: Hey, there’s a girl that recently graduated from Alabama and is now working in Memphis for the Grizzlies. You should look her up and get her to show you the ropes around town. She’s very pretty. I think she was 1st runner up in Miss Alabama this year.
HUNTER: Okay, sounds good. How do you know her?
ME: Oh, I don’t. She was on a dating reality show that I watched and I just thought she seemed nice.
HUNTER: Mom. You’re creepy.
Am I? Am I creepy? I thought I was just looking out for my son who is moving to a new town. Now I’m worried that I really AM creepy. I’m not asking if I’m NORMAL. I know I’m not normal. Duh. Who wants to be normal. But I don’t want to be CREEPY.
Let’s just say that for some reason it is determined that I really am creepy. How does one go about get uncreepified?
Gosh, this is so stressful…