Dear Momma,
I'm hurt, truly and deeply hurt.
I cannot believe that you actually made it all the way over to Austria without even calling me! Don't tell me you didn't know my phone number, that's where the concept of a phone book comes into play! And even if you couldn't find a phone book, there's e-mail, remember??
I mean *really*, did I HAVE to see it on the TV news that a woman wearing nothing but a bikini and a bag on her head has been all over Austria?? Don't tell me you didn't call me because you didn't make it to Vienna, I saw those pictures on TV, ya know (a Momma sighting??????)?
The Momma at the Schoenbrunn Castle, admiring the latest Sissy exhibition, the Momma enjoying a ride with the Riesenrad at the Prater, the Momma having Sachertorte and coffee at the Hotel Sacher, the Momma getting funny at the Heurigen, because she had too much wine, the Momma buying Mozartkugeln, the Momma here, the Momma there. I saw it all on TV, thank you very much.
Well, I have been crying all my way through this letter, I am SO hurt, you can't even begin to imagine.
Awaiting your reply (you sure have lots to explain),
your former friend from Vienna,
u-woman