The Interminable Lines at the Aurora Borealis
This is a little conversation I had with my boyfriend via text this morning (is it still okay to call someone in their mid-forties your “boyfriend?”). He is in the Pacific Northwest for work this week and his mother sent him a request.
I think that it is self explanatory, except for one inside joke that he references. It has to do with the fact that, a few years ago, my mother used to refer to the entire internet as “The Email.” I think we have her trained out of that now. She may still think that Bluetooth headsets are what people are referring to when they talk about “ear-pods,” but I’m not sure. I’ll have to check in with her about that one.
I know what you are thinking, and you are correct: we ARE assholes.
Rachel Lewis
Welcome! I’m a middle-aged former Mormon (aka the “other FOMO”), essayist, and playwright living in Salt Lake City. I work in pharmaceuticals professionally and write recreationally—though I’m open to reversing that someday. On Life and Lemons is where I share humorous snippets about writing, addiction, recovery, relationships, mental health, and whatever else life tosses in the blender. If you enjoy dark humor with a twist of lemon-tart snark—or just need proof that your own life isn’t the only one held together by twist ties and good intentions—you’re in the right place. You can follow me and get updates on the release of my new essay collection at instagram.com/pieces_of_string/. 🍋 Subscribe and let’s overthink things together.
One Comment
gina
Have you joined the “ab” club?