December 18th, 2007
|05:11 pm - And speaking of Aunt Meredith...|
I just called her, thinking I was calling cousin Eric's cellphone. Whoops.
I love that woman. She's delightful.
I think talking to her made my day about 1000% better.
Current Mood: loved
Hello! You called me and I didn't recognize the number, so I was confused, but now I know it was you, so hello! One of us shall call back after dinner (it's a rather late dinner), and if that is too late to call, feel free to ignore it.
I went to bed early last night. Like 9. (because Rocker, bless his heart, cancelled our dinner 'n' a movie.)
If you want to do Mary's tonight, we can swing it. Or, gack, Saturday night, if you don't mind doing it late and with Rocker.
Or Monday lunch?
Tonight is busy, not sure about Saturday, but Monday lunch could work.
|Date:||December 19th, 2007 03:37 am (UTC)|| |
*grin* Yeah...growing up with her did not suck.
It probably increased the goodness of her day by about the same amount. Do you have my Seattle number (i.e. the one that differs from my mother's by seven digits, rather than one)?
No. I would guess I had your mother's number written in for you guys back in the day. I could have sworn I got your cell number at some point, but, if I did, it never made it all the way to the Palm.