Last week I got a friend request on Facebook from a woman with a hyphenated last name. The name sounded kind of familiar, but I wasn’t quite sure if it was someone I knew. Hmmm.
I clicked on the profile, and it was mainly blank: no profile picture, only a couple of friends, nothing but a high school graduation year of 1966 on the info tab. Hmmm.
I didn’t accept the friend request, but I didn’t deny it either. I figured I’d give my brain a few days to process who it was.
I checked back on the profile a day or so ago, and the mystery woman had about a dozen friends and tons of Farmville postings on her wall. Oh, and she’d added her city. Which also happened to be my city. Maybe I knew this person after all.
The hyphenated name . . . the second part was Nico’s last name, too. It’s a really common name though. I checked to see if Nico was friends with her, but he wasn’t.
But then, this morning . . .
I had a message on Facebook. From the mystery woman.
“Gosh it has been a long time. You look great. Come by and see us.”
Oh my fucking god.
It was Nico’s mom! Who I haven’t seen since I was seventeen!
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So, I mentioned before that I wasn’t ready to re-meet the parents. Nothing against them–I mean, they are a little crazy, but I’m comfortable with crazy–I just wasn’t ready to go there.
And here Mom is, Facebooking me and asking me to come by to visit her.
Just . . . freakin’ . . . odd, no?
It’s not just me, is it? This *is* rather strange, right?
Nico is gonna flip when I tell him–god, it’s gonna be hilarious to watch.
