We keep getting e-mails from M & B that ask:
“do we have a fax machine?”
Yes, here is the number.
“we were justing wondering, do you have a fax machine?”
Yes, here is the number
“If you could be so kind, we were wondering if you both had a fax machine?”
Yes, here is the number
“We will need to use your fax machine, if you have one, so that the golf tournament people can fax us things, do you have a fax machine?”
YES, HERE IS THE NUMBER
Then the following e-mail:
“We thought it would be lovely if we could all have some fresh pacific salmon grilled on the deck while we were all there. Would you like us to bring some with us on the plane?”
My first response to this (to hubby only, of course) was “does she plan on carting salmon here in her purse with the rest of the items that require refrigeration that they stash in the guest room for a week?”
Hubby e-mailed them back and suggested that instead of them going to all the trouble of carting around a cooler full of ice and salmon (which I’m sure airline security would just love), why not just order it straight from the place they like on the West Coast and have them ship it to our house. After all, they do that all the time, its their business, so wouldn’t they have a better shipment method than carting a cooler onto a plane right before the whole September 11 anniversary thing?
Of course, no response on that one.
Then the next e-mail:
“We have this very large, very old bible that we’d like you to have. We’ve tried to donate it to a church, but nobody wants it (hint: if nobody wants it...) so we thought you might like to have it.
Response:
We have no place to put it, we’re not big into bibles actually, so unless it has some sort of genealogical importance, we would rather not have it.
I’m waiting for the ”story“ of the bible which will go something like this:
Uncle Clem’s great grand-daddy rode on a horse to Missouri in a horrible blizzard and found the bible in a snowbank, so he passed it off onto Aunt Drusilda’s family who kept it next to the door to keep the door from blowing open during the big storm of 1805. Since then it has been passed down from generation to generation to people that didn’t want the stupid thing and couldn’t wait to hand it off onto someone else with some outlandish story about why they needed to keep it until they could find some poor schmuck to dump it off on.
So, here’s the expectation of this trip:
1.) M will bring salmon in her purse
2.) They’ll complain that we didn’t tell them we had a fax machine
3.) We’re getting a big honky old bible
“do we have a fax machine?”
Yes, here is the number.
“we were justing wondering, do you have a fax machine?”
Yes, here is the number
“If you could be so kind, we were wondering if you both had a fax machine?”
Yes, here is the number
“We will need to use your fax machine, if you have one, so that the golf tournament people can fax us things, do you have a fax machine?”
YES, HERE IS THE NUMBER
Then the following e-mail:
“We thought it would be lovely if we could all have some fresh pacific salmon grilled on the deck while we were all there. Would you like us to bring some with us on the plane?”
My first response to this (to hubby only, of course) was “does she plan on carting salmon here in her purse with the rest of the items that require refrigeration that they stash in the guest room for a week?”
Hubby e-mailed them back and suggested that instead of them going to all the trouble of carting around a cooler full of ice and salmon (which I’m sure airline security would just love), why not just order it straight from the place they like on the West Coast and have them ship it to our house. After all, they do that all the time, its their business, so wouldn’t they have a better shipment method than carting a cooler onto a plane right before the whole September 11 anniversary thing?
Of course, no response on that one.
Then the next e-mail:
“We have this very large, very old bible that we’d like you to have. We’ve tried to donate it to a church, but nobody wants it (hint: if nobody wants it...) so we thought you might like to have it.
Response:
We have no place to put it, we’re not big into bibles actually, so unless it has some sort of genealogical importance, we would rather not have it.
I’m waiting for the ”story“ of the bible which will go something like this:
Uncle Clem’s great grand-daddy rode on a horse to Missouri in a horrible blizzard and found the bible in a snowbank, so he passed it off onto Aunt Drusilda’s family who kept it next to the door to keep the door from blowing open during the big storm of 1805. Since then it has been passed down from generation to generation to people that didn’t want the stupid thing and couldn’t wait to hand it off onto someone else with some outlandish story about why they needed to keep it until they could find some poor schmuck to dump it off on.
So, here’s the expectation of this trip:
1.) M will bring salmon in her purse
2.) They’ll complain that we didn’t tell them we had a fax machine
3.) We’re getting a big honky old bible
