Living in Pennsylvania, especially being close to Philadelphia, has rubbed off on me a bit. I have learned to make a pretty mean cheesesteak sandwich:
Rather than wasting your time telling you about how easy it is to make, or how delicious it tastes, I’d much rather share the text conversation I had with my mom about this sandwich:
So, apparently, there are some trust issues going on with my parental authority. I suppose I am fortunate that she hasn’t completely stopped texting me (yet). In fact, I was included in a group text with my mom and my Seeester the next day. And, fortunately, I had the opportunity to ask my Seeester about shaved beef:
I don’t know why, but I can not control my laughter when I read these text messages. I must have junior-high-humor-disorder, or something. But I don’t care.
“As in hairless???” That is hilarious. Well done, Seeester, well done.
Happy Sandwich Saturday!
PigTales 
If this conversation is real, it is damn funny.
Thank you! It is most definitely real. My mom and Seeester are hilarious but my mom is getting very hesitant to text me because she is afraid I am going to post everything she says. She ends up being the butt of many jokes. But, come on, she brings it on herself. đŸ™‚ Thanks for the comment!
Ha! Fell right into that one!
Lets be honest. You would have had the same thoughts I had about shaved beef regardless of my text messages.
I told you to not reply Seeester!