I got a couple of calls last week for Doris [mylastname]. I didn't call back, partly because I'm not her, and partly because the person calling didn't leave a number. OK, someone is looking for her, doesn't know where she lives. This does makes sense until this weekend... when I get a postcard for Doris [mylastname] at my address. It's a black and white cartoon, about Providence RI, and the message includes thanks for hospitality and the splendid time they had last week. Er, if Doris was hosting this couple, wouldn't they know this isn't her address?
Curiouser and curiouser...
Mood: Dang, I missed 4:44 on 4/4/04.
Curiouser and curiouser...
Mood: Dang, I missed 4:44 on 4/4/04.