|Posted on Saturday, June 28, 2003 - 09:49 am: |
Upon my arrival home after being away since the 18th, I managed to erase 652 e-mails with one not so deft stroke of a key. Granted, 648 of those messages were probably crapola -- but if yours was one of the good ones, please resend it.
|Posted on Saturday, June 28, 2003 - 11:47 am: |
Always eager to help a man in distress, I went through my own email and will forward you 473 messages offering low mortgage rates, new septic systems, viagra, and hot teens. I'm sure those would've been among your lost messages, if you're like most of us.
Don't bother to thank me.
|Posted on Saturday, June 28, 2003 - 02:38 pm: |
Deb: Rick Bowes summed it all up in one spam -- "Decrease Your Mortgage By Enlarging Your Penis." What can I say, you're a real Humanitarian.
|Posted on Monday, June 30, 2003 - 06:26 pm: |
I didn't send you an email because you were right next door. It was fun reading and writing with you in North Carolina.
|Posted on Monday, June 30, 2003 - 06:52 pm: |
Hi Maureen. Was happy to get home, but now I miss that rocking chair in the corner of the porch with the view of the mountain. That will stay in my head all year. Had a fantastic time with all you guys. Still laughing at some of the antics, but happy as hell to eat food with taste again.
|Posted on Monday, June 30, 2003 - 10:47 pm: |
Yeah, but that other workshop with the great food makes it hard to get back to food that's merely good.
|Posted on Tuesday, July 01, 2003 - 11:50 am: |
I certainly missed the food at That Other Workshop when I was in North Carolina. In North Carolina, we fought over turkey sausage links for breakfast because there weren't enough of them. At That Other Workshop, we fought over who got to the couch first to lie down and digest.
|Posted on Tuesday, July 08, 2003 - 11:19 am: |
Oops. I'm having trouble e-mailing you, Jeff, all messages are bouncing back to me. In any case, I got your last e-mail. No worries, it's not a problem (though it's a pity).