Dear Westover,
Your planes are very loud, confuse people I am trying to talk on the phone with and make my cat all puffy.
Last week my mom thought I started vacuuming while we were on the phone, today she thought I was drilling. I will admit, I'm a bit of a multi-tasker, but I think these things would be a bit extreme to do while on the phone.
Did I mention that my mom jumps to strange conclusions?
I have recently become a declarer of things. I expect nothing to come of my declarations, I just need them to be heard.
Today, I declare that these planes are very loud.
Yesterday I declared that a customer had too many old policies filling up their file and advised their CSR that it was annoying to have to scroll down to item 18 to find an active account.
A month ago I formally declared that a family had too many Anthonys when there were three generations living in one house hold.
Sadly, nobody ever cares. But I feel justified in voicing my opinion.
Also, 2am is too late for bed time. I had trouble with the can opener. My cat is eating my jewelry wire and sitting on my arm as I type.
I've found that it is far too easy to forget to go to bed when you live alone. Sometimes you need someone to remind you that you might be sleepy.
If I don't stop typing now, I may never. . . and there goes plane number 4. . . .
Last week my mom thought I started vacuuming while we were on the phone, today she thought I was drilling. I will admit, I'm a bit of a multi-tasker, but I think these things would be a bit extreme to do while on the phone.
Did I mention that my mom jumps to strange conclusions?
I have recently become a declarer of things. I expect nothing to come of my declarations, I just need them to be heard.
Today, I declare that these planes are very loud.
Yesterday I declared that a customer had too many old policies filling up their file and advised their CSR that it was annoying to have to scroll down to item 18 to find an active account.
A month ago I formally declared that a family had too many Anthonys when there were three generations living in one house hold.
Sadly, nobody ever cares. But I feel justified in voicing my opinion.
Also, 2am is too late for bed time. I had trouble with the can opener. My cat is eating my jewelry wire and sitting on my arm as I type.
I've found that it is far too easy to forget to go to bed when you live alone. Sometimes you need someone to remind you that you might be sleepy.
If I don't stop typing now, I may never. . . and there goes plane number 4. . . .