To the Boss:
Your substitute is doing fine. I told him that we can hear his piano playing nicely/softly through the speakers upon entering the vestibule.
Seriously, my email ate two of my “drafts”, which I deleted AFTER seeing it, or at least I thought seeing it, “sent” to him that same evening. Now, I see it in my “trash”!
As mentioned in my old blog entry, and “I kid you not” (a la “El Rushbeau”), please try to minimize communication by email, which you’ve been doing so well since I do NOT know WTF is going on with your plans!
You won’t understand what I mean and no one in my family does. It was one of many emails that I used to communicate with “them”. And as a result, y’all are being “watched” by “them”.
By the way, please don’t be “too” paranoid but as mentioned in my/old email to you, be alert and don’t absorb their cooties. Bahaha!
I know you received my text message about serving the Lawd Gawd elsewhere. It’s an opportunity to take a break from your group and mess up their group.
Anyway, I was thinking this evening, en route from this evening’s mass to our local pharmacy, about how many times I’ve goofed and how imperfect is my world.
Huh,
Flynn…
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