Friday, October 27, 2006
Sock, Elevators, and Scars
Dear Jennifer,
I need to make this a quick one . . . I am planning a suprise date for herbie tonight (shhhhh!) . . . and I have lots to do before then to make everything just right - not to mention lots of errands! but i got sidetracked scrapbooking. oh well. i have spent a lot of time and money buying supplies and looking at other people's work. SO, when the mood strikes to get creative . . . what choice do i have but to heed to its call? no choice, i tell you.
please don't get me started on the whole "socks in bed thing". i used to be a "no way, that's icky" girl . . . mostly because my dad thought socks in bed was uncomfortable and i wanted to be like him. but the fact of the matter is, if my feet are cold, all of me is cold. so, i wear socks to bed in the winter. but here is the trick: once they are warmed up, i slip off the socks; making for a constant lump at the end of the right side of the bed from October - April.
oh, and i LOVE fleece socks. LOVE them.
now, i need to talk to you about elevators real quick. again, i am pressed for time, but this has been on my mind since wednesday. two things:
a) when did we stop teaching people about elevator etiquette? you know how to do it, i am sure because you're mamma raised you right. BUT i am seeing a lot of people trying to go INTO the elevator before the current passengers have exited.
b) when your elevator stops at a floor you don't need to go to.
i. this bugs me because it means somebody on the outside
pressed the button for the elevator to stop on that floor
and then they got tired of waiting and left.
ii. then the people inside the elevator press the floor they
WANT to go to - over and over again. click click click.
dude! that is what the "close doors" button is for ><
the elevator remembers what floor YOU want to go to.
there is absolutely no need to tell it again. don't sweat it.
sometimes they use >< and STILL press the number of the
floor they want to go to. over and over and over.
don't you remember the good old days when people respected the elevator? they looked forward to riding in it. they got dressed up and behaved civil.
now, let's talk about your scar.
gee girl, that be big! i am so glad your pain is not matching your scar. i hope you are healing well!
the only scar i have to speak of is from a time in the 8th grade when i fell off my bike and the chain fell of the gear and three spikes of the gear jammed into my right upper thigh.
Love,
Cara
I need to make this a quick one . . . I am planning a suprise date for herbie tonight (shhhhh!) . . . and I have lots to do before then to make everything just right - not to mention lots of errands! but i got sidetracked scrapbooking. oh well. i have spent a lot of time and money buying supplies and looking at other people's work. SO, when the mood strikes to get creative . . . what choice do i have but to heed to its call? no choice, i tell you.
please don't get me started on the whole "socks in bed thing". i used to be a "no way, that's icky" girl . . . mostly because my dad thought socks in bed was uncomfortable and i wanted to be like him. but the fact of the matter is, if my feet are cold, all of me is cold. so, i wear socks to bed in the winter. but here is the trick: once they are warmed up, i slip off the socks; making for a constant lump at the end of the right side of the bed from October - April.
oh, and i LOVE fleece socks. LOVE them.
now, i need to talk to you about elevators real quick. again, i am pressed for time, but this has been on my mind since wednesday. two things:
a) when did we stop teaching people about elevator etiquette? you know how to do it, i am sure because you're mamma raised you right. BUT i am seeing a lot of people trying to go INTO the elevator before the current passengers have exited.
b) when your elevator stops at a floor you don't need to go to.
i. this bugs me because it means somebody on the outside
pressed the button for the elevator to stop on that floor
and then they got tired of waiting and left.
ii. then the people inside the elevator press the floor they
WANT to go to - over and over again. click click click.
dude! that is what the "close doors" button is for ><
the elevator remembers what floor YOU want to go to.
there is absolutely no need to tell it again. don't sweat it.
sometimes they use >< and STILL press the number of the
floor they want to go to. over and over and over.
don't you remember the good old days when people respected the elevator? they looked forward to riding in it. they got dressed up and behaved civil.
now, let's talk about your scar.
gee girl, that be big! i am so glad your pain is not matching your scar. i hope you are healing well!
the only scar i have to speak of is from a time in the 8th grade when i fell off my bike and the chain fell of the gear and three spikes of the gear jammed into my right upper thigh.
Love,
Cara
