I generally get Chinese take out when Gary is out of town. In fact I am pretty sure I am contractually obligated to do so. Some sort of addendum to the marriage license ... that or I just like Chinese food.
Soooo, Charlie and I were reading our fortunes. Charlies: "Someone thinks you are wonderfully mysterious." We discussed the possibilities: the boxer next door, maybe the mutt across the street ...
Mine (Thanks ever so much to Rodney for helping me out with this):
Soooo, Charlie and I were reading our fortunes. Charlies: "Someone thinks you are wonderfully mysterious." We discussed the possibilities: the boxer next door, maybe the mutt across the street ...
Mine (Thanks ever so much to Rodney for helping me out with this):
Tomorrow? I'll get right on that.
7 comments:
I'd love to be the recipient of such a letter. Write one to all of us in your immediate blog family. Just one letter, you know, one post, but for all of us.
I agree with Liz. Write a letter to us, your loyal readers. We would love it!
I love the way fortunes aren't really fortunes anymore.
(is this what poor Rodney has been relegated to? Hugo isn't doing much of a job managing his career.)
Ribbit! Ribbit! Next time you do the Chinese thing if you want company...I want Chinese food!!
Yum... I love Chinese food. Lori-- I have an idea. Since I'm an accountant's widow & you're a traveler's widow, come over & we'll have Chinese. Sound good?
Procrastinators of the world unite!
Tomorrow.
(I am the biggest procrastinator. Ask anyone. They'll confirm the truth of that claim.)
Tax accountant widows unite - i wish I could join you guys for chinese take-out!
Rodney is STEAMED that his talents aren't being taken more seriously.
On the other hand, I loved your blog family letter. Back-up ROCKS!
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