Mama, Where Is He?

    Mama never calls late at night, unless someone has died.
    Or I should say texts! Yes, she is hooked up, line and sinker.
    Last night, I get a random text, it goes as follows:
    M-Did you see Kenny Rogers?
    B(that is me)- Where?
    B-On a commercial?
    B- Dancing is sucking. ( I thought she may be watching!)
    M- Dancing with the stars, he is in the audience. Ready for the casket.
    B-No, I will look, damn ( Joan Rivers, Robin Williams, now Kenny!)
    B- At the beginning, or right now?
    M- Never in my life, why is he there!
    M- Camera keeps going to him. Dresses in very bright colors, Probably 150 lbs.
    B-Lord, I will look for him.
   ( Bill run it back, so I can find Kenny, mom says he is not long for this earth!)
   Many texts go by.........
    M-He has a green coat on.
    B-MOM, that is Tommy Chong, he is going to dance.
    M-Now Dad is wondering if it is really him. Are you sure? Does he look like Kenny Rogers?
  ( Now, crying, laughing so hard)
    M- I was ready to go to his funeral!
    B- We just had Kenny in the coffin!
    M- I love Kenny Rogers.
    B- Me too, now stop it! I have been searching for him an hour!
    M- Who is Tommy Chong anyway?
    B- an old hippie, comedian. ( that is enough info!)
    B-Bye
    B-Mom this is my blog for tomorrow, thanks!

 Mom and I texting, is crazy in itself. The things we find to chat about, are worth their weight in gold!
I love that my parents care about everything and everybody! and keep me in the crazy loop!!
 I forgot to ask your consent to publish our stuff mom, but I did tell you thanks!
Number one daughter, researching Kenny Rogers right now, to make sure we didn't miss something!