The boys (Elders) in the apartment tested the fire alarm again this morning. It went off when they were frying bacon, and I was in the bathroom! This is not the best time to have an emergency. There was no damage to the house. I don't know about the bacon.
I thought being rude to unwanted phone solicitors, during pr- election calls, would end. Not so! Because the bird that delivered me was Pterosaur, and the average age of my peer group is deceased, it is assumed I must be a soft sale for a hearing aid, an electric scooter, a walk-in bath tub, a reverse mortgage, and there is a big need for my opinion on many surveys. Please don’t call me; I’ll call you!! Why is my Facebook still being bombarded with “I won’t vote for Obama “adds? It’s time to quite beating a dead horses!
Sister Paige Larsen—Email Excerpt
15 years ago
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