My friends have animals doing their dirty work for them now. Look what I just got in my email:
Hi ther nice laydee. Anty cari tole me that mebbe you wer movingg ouwt heer to nu yawrk to liv weeth mee an I jus wann say that my baggs er packt an eym wayting fur you ta com git me.
Ey lov anty cari jus fine but I no yu ar my mom probabbabbly.
Lov
Pitiful peony the sidewalk kitty
How can one continue to resist such coercion? Help! (Can’t you just see the kitty? Sitting on the stoop, bags packed next to her, craning her little fluffy head up and down the block? Sigh….) And speaking of fluffy heads, did you see who Greta met?
kathleen says
What’s this about moving to NY? Dude sweater looks cool. Sorry to hear it was so sucky to finish.
cari says
heh heh heh
(Wait…is “heh heh heh” one of your pet peeves, or was that the Divine Ms. Em?)
Anyway, heh heh heh
We plot and scheme because we love. MWAH!
Rachael says
I believe it was La Brainy and it was “he he he.” Is that right, Al?
Ann says
Are we West Coast types going to have to start laying it on thick like those NY gals? (OMG, I’m imagining the potential bribes…)
Sharlene says
Really? Are you really thinking about moving? That’s big news girly… this is how rumours get started y’know?
avril says
Another sign that the East Coast is the place for you~How can you resist a kitty named Pitiful Peony (and you know yu ar her momm probbabbably ineway….too funny!)
avril says
Another sign that the East Coast is the place for you~How can you resist a kitty named Pitiful Peony (and you know yu ar her momm probbabbably ineway….too funny!)