Don't know when I will get to read them, so if you are the sender of one of 160+ emails in my inbox, just take a number and learn to be a patient waiter. But you, Hanes - Oil of Olay - Marriot, don't hold your breath because I can guarantee I won't open your email. There is too much living to be done.
Monday, January 4, 2010
When You Go Unplugged...
This is what you see when you return:
Don't know when I will get to read them, so if you are the sender of one of 160+ emails in my inbox, just take a number and learn to be a patient waiter. But you, Hanes - Oil of Olay - Marriot, don't hold your breath because I can guarantee I won't open your email. There is too much living to be done.
Don't know when I will get to read them, so if you are the sender of one of 160+ emails in my inbox, just take a number and learn to be a patient waiter. But you, Hanes - Oil of Olay - Marriot, don't hold your breath because I can guarantee I won't open your email. There is too much living to be done.
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6 comments:
Don't sprain your fingers hitting that delete button:) Glad your back! Love you!
I'll second that motion from Avtcoach!
Glad your landline was still in operation.
Look forward to reading about your week in no man's land. :)
I deleted 348 e-mails today. The majority of them were unread.
Your spam is better than my spam. Funny how different that would have been interpreted in the 1970s!
Junk mail is such a pain! I love that little "delete" button.
I rather comment on your blog... and I'm waiting patiently for you to be back on line!
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