Thursday, May 12, 2005

Dear Mom:

You Rock.  So does your taste in purses.  I love the new purse.  It’s the perfect “girl” purse I have always secretly wanted to own and have always been afraid to buy.
The new purse you gave me has also made me super popular. 
Especially with random women on elevators and on the street. 
In fact, you may rock a little too much as one of the women followed me all the way to my floor this morning, questioning me intently on where the purse came from, how much was paid for it and so on.  Apparently she did not appreciate the answer “My mom got it for me” as she continued to question me.  It was a little scary.  Fortunately I escaped through a locked door.  Thank goodness for locked doors. 
So, um, thanks for the purse.  And, do you know if blood comes out of that type of fabric?  It might be useful information in the future…

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The other day I was walking down the street when a seemingly normal man stopped in front of a couple of payphones to compliment them on their hard work and tell them to keep it up.  He then patted the phones affectionately and continued on his way.