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Heh. While I was out, the lad called and left a message on my machine.

“Hello there, Mom. Just wanted to let you know that I’m not dead yet.”

We’re going to have to work on his presentation.

Posted on 07/04/05 at 10:14 AM
 




Linkmeister

Tell him if ever there were a time for Twain’s famous line this might have been it.  “Reports of my death...”

United States   Posted by Linkmeister on 07/04/05  at  01:40 PM





Jennifer AKA Me

LOL. I can see the smirk on his face as he left that message! He loves to get your goat!

United States   Posted by Jennifer AKA Me on 07/05/05  at  08:26 AM





Kate

As a matter of fact, I had a chance to talk with him last night. We briefly touched on that message. He laughed and said he knew it would get my immediate attention. It did, indeed.

Linkmeister, we really don’t need to give that lad any more ideas. He has enough of his own! smile

United States   Posted by Kate on 07/05/05  at  08:32 AM





Pablo

You’ve raised a thoughtful and consider son. Also: articulate!

United States   Posted by Pablo on 07/05/05  at  08:54 AM





Kate

He’s a good kid. Yes, articulate. He knows how to give his Mom a good ribbing. Absolutely deadpan until the twinkle in his eyes gives him away.

United States   Posted by Kate on 07/05/05  at  10:59 PM





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