I really don’t know why you need to call me “In-the-morning” I mean I like MaryLou perfectly well, but it’s just how the saying goes… You know… anyway…

Bufferella…

sweetie…

FOCUS…

See I know how you LOVE short sentences…

Here we go luv… little question:

After you bumped in Stormy…

did you apologize? Cause you soooo never apologize when you run in to me. No Ma’am… You know you don’t… not that time you ran into on your roller skatese, or that time with the car, or the golf cart, or even that time with the forklift… nope… well, ok, I’ll be fair… maybe you did, but if I am not conscious it doesn’t really count Poodle.

Hey… tell Stormy to call me she sounds totally hot. Or cold… I don’t know what kinda storm yet I guess. I picture like a more younger sister to that haley berry mutant chick in that X movie thing… no Buffy… not tripleX, just a single one… it’s not naughty, I promise.

Anyway… I guess Stormy can email too… cause calling is sooo last milenium. Hey yeah, she can use the form on this here site!

XOXO and Junk.