e-mail torture
When we got home from Pennsylvania on Monday night, both Paul and I had a ton of e-mail waiting for us. 3 days worth of e-mail is like opening Christmas presents. The ones from your aunt who always paints you a velvet Elvis to hang over the mantle.
semi-actual conversation:
Paul: I've got 3 viruses . . .12 spam . . .This one's from Scott.
Me: What did he send?
Paul: A scan of the HW press release, 16 inches wide.
Me: Figures. I've got 3 from Classmates.com - 4 new people signed up, but I can't find out where they are till I pay them some money. Screw that.
Paul: Hey! Look! Here's an e-mail from Martie
Me: Oh, wow, actual mail! What did she say?
Paul: She forwarded a chain-letter prayer.
Me: *sigh*
semi-actual conversation:
Paul: I've got 3 viruses . . .12 spam . . .This one's from Scott.
Me: What did he send?
Paul: A scan of the HW press release, 16 inches wide.
Me: Figures. I've got 3 from Classmates.com - 4 new people signed up, but I can't find out where they are till I pay them some money. Screw that.
Paul: Hey! Look! Here's an e-mail from Martie
Me: Oh, wow, actual mail! What did she say?
Paul: She forwarded a chain-letter prayer.
Me: *sigh*