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Did you know that emails procreate? I didn’t either until this week. I started the week with under 10 messages and as of right this very moment the count is 117, 99% of which deserve replies. I really should call the press, we may have found a new life form. Be afraid, be very afraid. This new life form isn’t afraid to kick ass and take names.
So if I haven’t replied to an email in the last week…my inbox has taken me hostage and tied me up on the porch. It’s pleasant out there, at least in the shade. At least my inbox was polite enough to provide me with a cold, stiff drink. I have high hopes that I’ll be able to wiggle free of my ropes and lethargy to reply by the end of the weekend. Or Monday. Tuesday at the latest. If you don’t hear from me by Wednesday…well, by then I’m in Vegas and I’ll be all, “Huh? Email? Is that a new drink?” as I collapse in the shade by the pool.
Have a great weekend and if you’re in Colorado, stay in the shade. It’s gonna be brutal this weekend.
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Vegas? just forget the e-mail and have a wonderful time.
Emails… Vegas… Emails… Vegas…
I’d chose Vegas and the drinks. Enjoy.
*snigger* I hear you. I am all la la la I can’t see you inbox!
It is FREEZING here in Australia so reading about you saying it is hot blows my mind!
Vegas? Really?? Can I come?
Your emails are worthy of replies? I’m just getting the same Viagra pitch over and over . . .
We’re expecting 104 this weekend. Can I join you by that pool?
I couldn’t check email for a week in Colorado on vacation. It was scary and liberating.