Housewarming party
Hey everyone --
Sara and I will have a housewarming party this Saturday. Please no gifts. We're innundated with gifts. We got so many gifts we don't know what to do with them. Maybe we'll re-gift them to Geoff and Bret (just kidding, we'll get you guys something nice from your registry). There will be hamburgers, swimming, and possibly a movie with our new surround sound system (tee, hee). It should start sevenish.
It's the second day of class and I'm already finding a reason to ditch. Well, it's a pretty good reason. I know I can get away with it. I've had the professor before, and he's a nice guy and a good teacher, but he's a pushover. I got an 'A' in his class without really trying last time.
See you all Saturday. Oh, my phone works. My mom got an old Sprint phone and begged and pleaded with the Sprint people to re-program it as my old phone number, and they did. The conversation probably went like this: "Please help me. My poor retarded son smashed his phone into a million pieces in Prescott". "He's retarded, is he?" the Sprint customer service guy said. "Oh, very retarded," my mom said. "Well, we normally don't do this, but we'll make an exception for your retarded son".
Sara and I will have a housewarming party this Saturday. Please no gifts. We're innundated with gifts. We got so many gifts we don't know what to do with them. Maybe we'll re-gift them to Geoff and Bret (just kidding, we'll get you guys something nice from your registry). There will be hamburgers, swimming, and possibly a movie with our new surround sound system (tee, hee). It should start sevenish.
It's the second day of class and I'm already finding a reason to ditch. Well, it's a pretty good reason. I know I can get away with it. I've had the professor before, and he's a nice guy and a good teacher, but he's a pushover. I got an 'A' in his class without really trying last time.
See you all Saturday. Oh, my phone works. My mom got an old Sprint phone and begged and pleaded with the Sprint people to re-program it as my old phone number, and they did. The conversation probably went like this: "Please help me. My poor retarded son smashed his phone into a million pieces in Prescott". "He's retarded, is he?" the Sprint customer service guy said. "Oh, very retarded," my mom said. "Well, we normally don't do this, but we'll make an exception for your retarded son".