Watch Out, New York!
Today, my cousin Fuzz, sometimes referred to as Mary Clare, arrives in New York City. I am very excited to have a little piece of home sleeping on my futon.
Since life is just a party, Dave, who is trying to be referred to as David these days, is also coming into town this weekend for a job interview and some ethnic food that he will undoubtedly hate.
In other news, I'm getting awesome voicemails on my work phone:
Not sure if this is from the same person who left a creepy voicemail about Nora's Corner (my first published writing venture, a big hit with parents and librarians in the Twin Cities) on my cell phone, but if it is your status will officially be changed from awesome to creepy.
dear lord...can't wait to hear what sort of trouble you and fuzz get into.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
--Bill S.
i couldn't be outdone by ryan's creepy voicemail.
I think I'm going to cry. My boy is quoting billy the shake.
awesome.
Dave's web-log is predominantly about sports now-a-days.
That voicemail was pretty sweet.
Your cousin is tres mignon.
That's my sub-web-log to your web-log.
Holla.
I'm going to cry! My boy is quoting Billy the shake. I can't believe it.
Ma, unless your new son is PAddy KELLEHER no, your son is not quoting Shakespeare. Your son is picking his scabs somewhere in Florida.
Wait, so Mrs. Mc. thought that her son was hitting on his cousin?
Either that, or she thought he was just spontaneously dropping knowledge on the Internet. Both are equally deplorable in my eyes.