I got this in my email from Classmates.com today. I don’t think I’ve been on Classmates.com in almost 10 years. (Has anyone?)
Anyway, I love how the subject line has a frowny face. What were they thinking during the meeting of how to reach out to people? “Well, maybe if they feel sorry for us?”
It didn’t work with any ex-boyfriends and it’s certainly not going to work with you, Classmates.com. Move on!
I rarely check my junk mail, but last week I was missing a mail and decided to look through it. I really should check it more often. I had a mail from “Minster of Telephones was a new position.”
Now personally, I think Minister of Telephones is impressive enough. He really shouldn’t include an entire sentence in his name, but whatever. I was intrigued.
Here is what the message said:
He also wants HIS medium straight.
Oji made his first attempt to gain publicity when he contested in the DBN Karaoke in 1994 and won.
A mineral which is poisonous to dragons.
This is way better than most of the email I usually get. It’s fascinating. WHO wants HIS medium straight? Medium what? Who is Oji and what song did he sing in the 1994 Karaoke contest? And I could really use that information about poisonous minerals for dragons. That can always come in handy.
I’m moving this guy onto my non-junk list. He wins email of the month award.
Every foreigner I talk to in Sweden all say the same thing, “The thing I miss most is food.” It never varies. I’ve never heard anyone say they miss their friends and family. It’s always the food. Number one item.
Reasons for this:
1. You can’t email food.
2. You can’t talk to food on a telephone.
3. A man can’t live on herring and meatballs alone.
Christmas is a great time because that’s when my mom brings Beef Jerky from Texas. The real stuff – not that rubber nonsense they try to pass off at truck stops. My Swedish husband is also addicted to the good beef jerky as well. In fact, I think he misses American food as much as I do. We’ve made a mistake though and let our children taste the beef jerky. Now it’s becoming a hidden treat, much like candy, that we can only eat after they go to bed. But doesn’t everything taste better when you’re hiding it from someone else to keep more for yourself?