Unsent Letters

[weaktwos]

Dear coworker in Central Standard Time,

If you are going to call my cell phone at 6am my time, you better leave a message. Don't just tease me with a missed call.

Dude, you interrupted the sugar-plum dance,

Anne

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Dear Self,

You know that new ring tone for your cell phone you selected yesterday that sounded so cool and chipper? Well, at 6am it sounds like Satan's Army of Happiness-killing Clowns Marching through your brain. The cats agreed. In fact, you were denied morning kitty cuddles as a result.

Smooth,

Anne

Comments

[sirndipiti.livejournal.com]

some things, like cells, should be turned off at night...maybe, just maybe

[weaktwos.livejournal.com]

Alas, not when you're on call this week, like I am.

[scrapdog.livejournal.com]

6am is 8am here... and even 8am is ungodly.

[weaktwos.livejournal.com]

Amen, brotha Scrap!

I'm on call this week, so I have to have the phone nearby, but crank calls from work just ain't cool.

[zorathenne.livejournal.com]

Oh man.. denied the kitty cuddles.. ouch =( *comfort*.

[weaktwos.livejournal.com]

They finally came back. One is to my right, and the other is on my chest. They were a bit touchy today after last night's traumatic episode of Sascha getting caught in a plastic bag. Sascha freaked because he was "attacked" by the bag, and Max freaked because Sascha made such a fuss and he couldn't see what the hell the problem was.

[zorathenne.livejournal.com]

teehee the infamous plastic bag kitty attack.. man those bags have a hell of a vicious streak.. poor sascha *kittyhugglepurr*.