My mother has a policy of me texting her and my Dad if and when I travel anywhere to let them know of my safe arrival. Totally always trendy in the (immigrant?) parenting world at any age or stage of life. If that means a text when I get to the grocery store that's located on the far side of town, so be it.
They still expect this small and easy task of me even though I no longer live in their house and, in fact, live 3000 miles across the country. It's the least I can do. Really. Just let a motha know!
However, it was much to my surprise and delight that I received a text from mommaroo the other day in this exact vein (not paraphrasing, this is the real deal): "Just landed in Chicago."
Not only did I have no idea my parents were going to Chicago or why, but I had no idea that my mother holds herself to the same high standards that she espouses in me. So I wrote back "It's about time!" to keep the mood light and the sentiments fresh.
P.S. This is my favorite audience for jokes these days. OBVI I use them for bringer shows too. They're not huge drinkers, but they are huge winkers.