So, to be filed in the WHAT THE ???? category, last week I and a few other family members got the wackiest email from my brother-in-law, James:
I don't know where this i going. What's really sad is the fact that it all ends before we can do anything about it. But that only comes from experience. And What is Experience anyway except getting older. Which means I'm, getting old. (The young kid on the Comm 64). what is that? The Young one can't even find the # exchange). What is that shit. The young one doesn't even know the current lingo. I got cut off. I have no Idea What I was talking about. rewrite to me. confinaz.
I called David immediately, worried. Is James OK? What's going on? Is this spam? Is James ill/high/suicidal/messing with us? A few phone calls and the truth was discovered.
I was so relieved he was fine. One day when he strikes it rich, I hope he writes huge checks to me in his sleep. Much better than scary, suicidal emails!!!! Prairie Momma | Homepage | 03.29.07 - 10:22 am | #