My significant other, the love of my life, is currently serving his country in a hot, dry desert location. The following is part of an email I sent him a few days ago. He says in reply, “This was, bar-none, the finest email message I have ever received. I laughed, I cried… Ok, I didn’t cry, but i really enjoyed it. I enjoyed it enough to read most of it out loud to the folks in the office. ”
I figure I might as well share the funny parts with you, too:
Sent: Tue 9/9/2003 1:05 AM
Subject: I just killed a spider…
…the size of a small dog, with a ground speed of MACH 2, racing across the carpet and heading for the stairs. I don’t know what planet it came from. I don’t want to know where it parked its mothership. I do not want to meet any more of its crew mates. I do know that it is dead dead dead. And it left a big brown splotch on the hardwood. Ick.
Speaking of small dogs… One of [my professional colleagues] this weekend had one about the size of the one of the hairballs in our shower drain. I’m not even sure if it could be genetically considered canine. The poor thing was being pulled along on a leash. It was terrified. I squatted down to chat with it while Cathy chatted with the owner, and it clung to me for safety. Actually, it took shelter in the 8-inch space between where my knees hovered and the cobblestones, trembling…
<<< The rest of it was either tales of mudane trivata or personal mushy stuff. And yes, I know: My fellow Nobles will point out that the passage quoted above is full of passive voice. They of course will tell you that I rag them constantly about the evils of using passive voice in their writing. Ah well. Passive will happen. ;) That's all for now, folks. Hope all with well with ya'll.