E-mail to Lorna

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To: {not a cookie}
From: {not a nitwit}
Subject: Thanks again.

I slept a lot better last night, between the soup and the conversation and the deciding to finally call Kitty and see if we could work out some sort of hamster-based code so her mom didn't figure out what we were talking about.

It turns out she's planning to go full-disclosure with her parents anyway, in the continuing quest to get a plane ticket the heck back here, so we didn't have to remember if hamsters meant flashbacks and gerbils meant nightmares or the other way around.  Which is good, because that would have been a really surreal conversation.  And, as predicted, she made me feel a lot better.  And she's gonna write with what happens with her mom.

So, wanted to let you know about my brand-new lack of nitwittedness.  Let's see how long it lasts this time, huh? :)

And I just wanted to say, if you ever have anything you don't want to bottle up anymore, that road goes both ways.  I'm not gonna push, or anything, because I don't know enough to know when to--that's why they pay Doc Samson the big bucks--but just,  you know, if you decide you want to, I'll be here.

Comments

Re: Subject: Re: Bottling? Me? You must be joking.

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I thought parsley was garnish. And lettuce, sometimes. Plants, is what I'm getting at here.

Argh about sums it up. Rolled-up newspapers, that's the thing.

It's possible that . . .

Okay, I just tried to think of something suitably hyperbolically impossible, and the first three things I came up with have happened already. You ever get the feeling somebody is looking at our lives and laughing hysterically? I'll just go with "I don't think there is a good reason not to like you." But hey, I'm biased.

Heh. Y'know, if Kitty were here, I could try to get some non-heavy-lifting use out of the new shoulders and see if she'd go looking for revenge lists in people's computers. There's some comedy potential there.

Re: Subject: Re: Bottling? Me? You must be joking.

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Plants are for amateurs. All the really cool kids are using props nowadays. I read it in Epicurious Magazine.

I'm afraid to resort to hyperbole these days. It's like wishing for it to come true.

As a staff member I would have to frown upon any invasion of privacy by Miss Pryde via a computer. So don't tell me where they came from when she finds them.