It's your Mutha.

We got a new phone system at work. Not my idea but, hey, change happens. Unfortunately, all of our saved messages from the last system were deleted. I had kept a few messages from my husband and my mom that were midly amusing. Of course, this is for the rainy day when you need a laugh. So now I'm concerned because I have no sudden amusement. This sucks. For two whole days. Then my mom calls...

Now, I have said a dozen times, my mom is Linda Richman. I can immitate all I want and people do not believe me. Until now. She calls and gets my voicemail on which I'm asking for a detailed message. She leaves the following:

"How detailed of a messgae do you want? It's your mutha (like I had no idea, mom). Hope you have a good day. Cawl me. I love you."

I had to play it for any and all of my co-workers. They've invited her to lunch next week. It should be fun.