Laying Low
Almost a week with nothing to say? No one would
believe it.
We've got a house guest, so I'm not up typing at
2 in the morning. Or early in the morning.
Or in the middle of the afternoon. Or in the evening.
But I'm still alive.
I know you were concerned.
believe it.
We've got a house guest, so I'm not up typing at
2 in the morning. Or early in the morning.
Or in the middle of the afternoon. Or in the evening.
But I'm still alive.
I know you were concerned.
posted by Mr. L at 3:37 PM
6 Comments:
What... you don't write... you don't call... don't you love us anymore? (How was that? I'm practicing being a Jewish Mother.)
At least your houseguest is forcing you to go to bed early. Send 'em over here when you're done. I could use a good night's sleep!
But I DON'T. I just sit up, not doing anything for fear that I might actually MAKE A SOUND.
Right now it's 3:40 in the afternoon and apparently it's
"quiet time". ARRRGH!!
..hey, you know I love ya, Ma. :)
I used to have a Mr. L for history in high school. Any chance that's you?
Michele sent me over. Nice to meet you:-)
Let's see now - checking the resume - no, I don't think so, unless it was during the "blackout years"...LOL
I'm not concerned since you visited me. Have a fun time with house guest
A houseguest. That always throws life for a loop. Great temp post, it's nice to know everything is ok.
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