A plethora of birds, one stone

Joseph – HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY LITTLE BRO!  My gift here to you today is *not* telling that one story from when you were little.  I know you know which one.

Rachel D. – I so enjoyed getting your email the other day and fully intend to write you back.  It may not happen until Rosie is old enough to take dictation, but I will do it!  Your various bits of news made me happy and sad and excited for you.  And the bit about your verbal slip and A’s response (“To three more years!” “Great! We’re halfway there!”) during your anniversary toast made L and I laugh out loud for two, maybe three minutes.  It just goes to show that even the smartest brains can turn screwy once you throw a fetus at them.

Kate – I’m sad you’re moving.  But also happy for you.  I hope I get to see you before you leave (if you haven’t left yet).

Beth – I hoped maybe I’d see you before you left for Miami, but alas, it was not to be.  Here’s to smooth transitions, never broken AC, and sexy Spanish-speaking men.

Allen – Did you raise enough money for the kitteh’s leg?  When I got your email, we were poised to leave town for Mississippi, but Noah got sick and we stayed and I promptly forgot all about it.  I hope people were in the mood for thrifty finds on folding tables in the scorching heat this weekend.

Elissa – I got the recipes you sent me.  Unfortunately for Father’s Day I washed all our dishes (No for serious. Every last one.) since that’s usually L’s job and I was giving him a break, and it took such a long time that I vowed I was never going to use another skillet, utensil, plate, cup, or saucepan ever again.  So I don’t think I’ll need them.  But thanks anyway.

MP – It was really nice to talk to you the other day, and I got your text.  I definitely want to go see UP, and plan to take Noah when I do. I’ve seen the previews though, and wonder if we might be taking his fear of dogs straight to Phobiaville what with that menacing pack chase scene.  I haven’t seen it though.  Maybe it will induce a fear of heights. Or Boy Scouts.  I just never know with this kid.

Mary Alice – You wrote me a very nice email a long (loooong) time ago and told me how you enjoyed this blog.  If you are still checking in, I just wanted to tell you I’m sorry I never wrote you back and thank you for letting me know, it meant a lot to me to hear that.

Ben and Lane – Dang, you guys are getting married in like 18 days.  Did you get the ribbon in the mail?  I am currently working on my teleportation skills in order to make it.  If you see a disembodied pasty white leg at the wedding, it means I was mostly successful.  (BTW, my leg RSVPs Yes for the reception, will take the chicken dinner, thanks.)

Dad – Happy Father’s Day!  Um…yesterday.  I got you the same thing I got you last year: Grandchildren.  You’re welcome!


This concludes my Mass Public Correspondence for today.  Many more could have been written, but will have to wait until next time…


1 Elizabeth { 06.22.09 at 2:41 pm }

According to Jason, he and Allen did get enough money to save Leila’s leg: http://jathomas.livejournal.com/105937.html
Thank goodness! :-)

2 Elissa { 06.22.09 at 2:57 pm }

You’re welcome. I’m maybe-kinda-sorta sure that at least one of them can be made and consumed without the use of a skillet, utensil, plate, cup, or saucepan. If so, perhaps it might be worth giving a whirl.

3 Rachel D { 06.22.09 at 3:13 pm }

Hee! I think your frequent blogging counts as an e-mail update for sure so don’t feel guilty about it!

4 Gramps { 06.22.09 at 3:41 pm }

Thanks! The grandchildren will do, quite nicely.

5 Kate { 06.23.09 at 7:54 am }

I’m waiting for the moving truck RIGHT NOW (writing on your blog makes me write like you!) You and the fam are always welcome in Chicago. I not only have a guest bedroom, I also have an entire sanctuary underneath my apartment, so there’s plenty of kid-friendly running room. Actually, there’s room for all you blog readers –bring an air mattress and you’ve got a free place to stay! And free communion elements in your sleeping space. You can’t get that at the holiday inn….for serious.

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