Sorry for the If you didn't get the email, here it is:
Deep breath folks-this may come as a surprise. Get close to something sturdy.
Greetings to all.
As luck would have it, I have recently acquired a cellular phone. Basically it's a hand held device that enables me to receive and place phone calls without a physical connection to a phone line. It's a wonderful advent really, though I feel rather embarassed in regards to spending the last 4 years of my life moonlighting as a staunch anti-cell phone spokesman. I feel like Alice must have felt when the Mad Hatter and March Hare agreed it was time to switch chairs. I digress; here's the number:
(713) 412-9803
Be Well~
Michael Warren Rice (from your life, in some way, shape, or form)
PS-I've apparently sent this to 93 people and I am 93% sure I don't even know 93 people. So if you're getting this and don't know who I am, please call me and we'll sort it out, because I probably don't know who you are either.
Addendums Specifically Addressing Daily Rice Readers, Which Is To Say Those Who Did Not Get the Email:
PPS-If you're one of those individuals out there residing in the electronic abyss of internet anonymity, please feel free to call me and we can have a serious discussion about you reading my blog and not knowing me. This post-post-script is directed mainly to the charming construction worker from Ireland (who wrote me the wonderful emails) and the infamous Mrs. Westervelt, who spends her time praying for my demise. But again, it's open to all.
PPPS-Myles, I'd rather you not call. Alas, I feel being in the auditory presence of genius would make me lose the few remaining ounces of composure I'm clinging to.
PPPPS-If the aforementioned Mrs. Westervelt IS reading this, then stop. Get a life woman. You got your wish anyway.
6 comments:
Thanks for the number - we'll be calling you!!
And, rest assured, the prayers for your demise from a stranger have no power over your mother's daily prayers for your good! I love you!
I'll add you to my phone book when my phone isn't all the way at the bottom of the stairs.
Call him, Myles, call him! Just to see what happens!
Mel,
I have a good feeling you are quite connected to Mrs. Westervelt, or at least once were. Perhaps you've even met her. Thanks so much for also praying for my ultimate demise. It's great!
M
Well, apparently dating Corrie was mistake numero uno. She apparently read my blog and was generally, shall we say, unimpressed. Apparently this caused... Well, suffice it to say, it didn't make me too happy. But hey, no biggie. That's life, no? You'll never please everyone. Mel, you rock. :)
you really should of added a disclaimer about never actully taking it to places. p.s. i know someone that can make it pretty, with pink rhinestones;)
Leo The Lion
Post a Comment