My mother needed to create a new email address. She usually used her work email but wanted a separate email for personal use. She asked my brother and I our opinion on her email address choice.
Mom: what do you think about "twoteabags"?
Me: ..........................
My brother: ...........................
Me: Mom, is this a joke?"
Mom: What's wrong with "twoteabags"? I like two tea bags in my cup of tea.
My brother: Mom no! You can't use that!
Mom: Why not?! It's available.
Me: Have you heard of "tea bagging"?
Mom: No, what's that?
My brother: We can't tell you, just trust us and don't use that as your email address.
Mom: Why!
Me: It's a sexual reference and I can't tell you what it is. Just please think of something else!
The best part of this whole conversation was that my mother was also going to use this as her user name for a dating website. My brother and I could not stop laughing and my poor mother was like what is going on! I just want to set up an email address!
If you don't know what tea bagging is I probably would not google it. I would be afraid of what would come up. I'm also a bit worried of what search terms will now lead people to this blog.
Wow. Crisis averted! (Oh, moms.)
ReplyDeleteI'm glad she asked us! She could have just done it and then been like "here's me email"
DeleteOh wow! That is so funny. Moms are great.
ReplyDeleteThey really are. My mom is the best.
DeleteHilarious. I hate to imagine the emails she would have received.
ReplyDeleteI can only imagine!
DeleteThis sounds like something my mother would do! THANK GOD my mother is computer-disabled. She can only do about two things on a computer and that's turn it on and use skype. I have no intention of teaching her how to set up an e-mail address!
ReplyDeleteMy mom is now on facebook which means phone calls all the time about how to use it.
DeleteOmg. You're so much kinder than I am. I so would have let my mother register that username on a dating site, just to see what kind of responses she'd get!! While laughing the entire time of course.
ReplyDeleteToo freaking funny.
I couldn't do that to my poor mom but it was funny.
DeleteOH, PARENTS. What would we do without the hours of entertainment they offer us?
ReplyDeleteI have no idea. I want my mom on twitter.
DeleteOh my. I mean, props to her for being creative, but her first and last name (or initial) is probably the best bet. :)
ReplyDeleteshe ended up using part of her name instead. Good try mom!
Deleteclose call...if it was my mother I'd of kept quiet, but that's my dark sense of humour...you did the right thing
ReplyDeleteI couldn't do that to my mom ha ha.
DeleteThis is exactly why I helped my mom pick out her email address. By help I mean I picked it for her.
ReplyDeleteI think that's the way to go
DeleteHAHA Mum's are so technology crap! I have set up my Mum's email and Facebook, one time she called in floods of tears because some porn site had flashed up on her screen. She thought my brother was up to no good (considering he hasn't lived at home for years I explained the art of pop ups) I had to stop her from calling the police FACT!
ReplyDeleteLove Elle xo
Facebook is a whole different beast. I get calls all the time with questions about facebook.
DeleteCould you imagine if she did call the police! ha ha. Good think you talked her out of it.
LOLLLLLL A+
ReplyDeleteand a gold star
DeleteMy parents-in-law once asked me what the "shocker" hand symbol meant. They saw bumper stickers and wanted to know what they were for.
ReplyDeletelol. I first heard that term 2 years ago and freaked out. To have virgin ears again...
ReplyDeleteThis is one of the funniest things I have ever seen.
ReplyDeleteThat's all.
I literally laughed out loud at this. Moms are so naive sometimes! Mine loves to go around WAL*MART at Christmastime, picking up the oversized ornaments and exclaiming "Who even needs balls this big?" Don't even get me started on the time she told her (fifth grade) students that they should sneak in and visit her through the back door, yadda yadda, she loves getting surprise visitors in her back door. Even the nine-year-olds were snickering. Ugh! Moms!
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