"Check your email!" a low voice said. Nothing else
I checked my email.
It said,
"Dear Mama:
Happy Christmas and Birthday!! Love you
Your Ally"
It had an attachment:
We're going to see Greg.
And now, I cry.
I have the best daughter in the world.
Reality is offensive.
8 comments:
someone should stop in and check on Ms. Austan this afternoon to make sure she hasn't dervished herself into the the stratosphere..
:)
cause, you know, we've got a show to go to.
:D
*still spinning*
What was the attachment???? It didn't show up on your post. I'm guessing it was tickets?????
Hey...can your raddled old body stand all this excitement? Remember girl....upper thigh.
Crap! It's the Ridgefield Playhouse logo. That excirewment ran through me like electricity and I'm absolutely pooped now. It's gonna be on my chest, above the heart tattoo!
unless she passes out cold... and then, upper thigh!!!
that should keep her lucid.
oh nice, everyone gang up on the gimp! ;)
You're not the only one gimpy today...I can barely move my legs..yikes!!
Oh jeez, Lawless! Take it slow and easy!
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