Happy Monday, all. Let’s take a peek into the mailbag* this afternoon, shall we?
Iluvatothem asks: “What did you have for lunch today?”
Let’s see, upon returning from class I foraged for a few minutes and realized my lunch options were limited to
b.) hot cocoa mix
c.) ramen noodles
So I settled for the latter, adding an egg for a little pizazz. I’m proud to report that the smoke detector did not go off once. Probably because the batteries in it are dead.
Mallory wants to know: “Did you manage to have a fairly decent Valentine’s Day in spite of the fact that you have no significant other, have never had a significant other, and currently have no prospects on the horizon?”
Thank you for your concern, Mallory. I actually had a wonderful Valentine’s Day. It’s like I was telling my roommate: I am not a secretary, nor do I have a secretary, but do I feel left out on Secretary’s Day (now known as Administrative Professional’s Day)? Of course not. Neither do I begrudge the secretaries their recognition that one day out of the year. Likewise, on February 14 I feel no bitterness, only anticipation for the 90% off candy sales we can all enjoy the following week. Of course, if someday a handsome bohemian man with hair like long twisted ropes were to sweep me off my feet with his strong arms, I might find this time of year even more enjoyable.
koolhippiedude24 writes: “Anna to the Max, you sound like the girl of my dreams. How does a future traveling the country in a sweet Volkswagen camper sound? We could live simply, being completely self-sufficient with a thirst for adventure and the open road. Eventually we could settle down in a quaint log cabin (built by moi, of course) with a massive waterpark in the backyard for the dozens of foster children we’ll take in. Hope you won’t be disgusted by my rockin dreadlocks and really toned biceps. P.S. I, too, have a pipe, also not for drug or tobacco use. Cause drugs are not kool.”
Unfortunately, koolhippiedude24, you spelled cool with a “k” twice, and that really gets on my nerves. Sorry, but you lost your chance right there. Which is too bad because everything you described is what exactly what I’ve been dreaming of. Ah, well. C’est la vie.
anna_fanatic says: “Anna to the Max, I am naming my first woman-child after you.”
Why, thank you, anna_fanatic. I am utterly speechless. That’s all we have time for today, but keep those questions coming, readers; your feedback is always appreciated.
*Ok, I don’t actually have a mailbag because I don’t actually get mail. But there’s no harm in practicing for when I do.