Anonymous asked: Do the baguette!/It's the Frenchest dance yet!/With a bullet of butter/your sweet mouth will utter/"With this crust and the dance I'm all set!"
All right, so
A couple days ago, my mother called me and and asked what I was doing. I told her I was just on tumblr while I made dinner.
My mother is a woman in her 60s who is afraid of and angry at the internet, yet is curious about it, so she asked what tumblr is and if it was like Facebook or Twitter, and why wasn’t I on those like my brothers? I did my best to explain, including things like messaging. I tried to convey the difference between messages here vs e-mail, but you know how it is when no good examples come to mind? Anyway, we got onto other topics.
Then your message came along, my darling Baguette anon. My dearest, missed loaf of deranged affections.
So I called my dearest mother up. When she answered, I sang this into the phone and hung up right after.
She called right back.
“What on earth was that?”
"NOW YOU UNDERSTAND TUMBLR ANON MESSAGES."