Yesterday my mother was bugging me that I hadn’t written my grandmother in a long time. I agreed. So this morning, I wrote her a note on my Alexander Calder note cards, enclosed a printout of a photo I took recently, and put it out for the mailman.
Just now, I got a spam message that SpamNet didn’t catch. The FROM line was “Nana Polly.” My grandmother’s name is Polly, and we call her Nana. (Plus, the SUBJECT line was “Buy That New TV You Wanted.” Just a couple of days ago I was in Best Buy drooling over Sony 16×9 TVs.)
Freaky, huh?
Oh – you can write in your weblog all day but you can’t even send a message to your poor old Grandmother now and then? For shame!
BTW – I found the Alexander Calder reference a bit snooty. But that’s just me. <grin>
I mentioned Calder because I got this cool cigar box of note cards with his designs in them from the Madison Civic Center gift shop quite a long time ago. They were buried under some other stuff when I went to write the note, and I was so pleased to have them. No snootiness intended. 🙂
Buy that new TV you wanted, Snooty. Your fortune cookie is not vague.
They know.