Author: Modesty
Named after a fictional British spy from the 1960s, she's a stickler for manners, tradition, and has a love of the finer things in life, mixed with a naughty sense of humor and a vocabulary, once released, could make a stevedore blush. She hates run-on sentences like the one you just read.
When I call Sparky, I occasionally get her voice mail. Instead of leaving the run-of-the-mill message, I like to liven it up.
Here’s my most recent message: (insert Southern accent)
“Hi-ah, this is Connie calling from the Tennessee RNC. How y’all doing today? We noticed you hadn’t renewed your membership; hell, we don’t even know if you’re still a Republican. Most of all, we see you haven’t donated in…well, ever. Please call us back, because we really count on your support…and your money. Call us at 987-555-5592. Or stop by the office, have a glass of sweet tea and chat. Thank yew!.
Sparky’s son and husband are used to this, fortunately.
It pleases me to no end that I know you both!
Sometimes, I walk around smiling for no other reason than knowing that you two are doing stuff like this!
Thank you, Jelly…you don’t know how much that means to us. You’re our original cheerleader!!
Thanks fer the laugh Mod! Cracked me up.
Thanks, Rich…I figure she’ll know who it is, because who else would do that?
All y’all crack me up
Sometimes I deliberately don’t answer just so we can hear the crazy things you come up with. We all ROFL like hyenas.
Someday you’ll assume it’s me…and it’s not, lol!