This morning I opened one of those extremely personal pieces of mail...turns out it was a catalog for park-type supplies...and was wondering how many rain forests have been cut down to supply me with the latest in 'green' stuff that's going to save the planet. I wonder when I croak, who 'Current Resident' will be at the Grey Havens? Maybe one of the little guys climbing the dogwood outside the house that you see pictured above.I also got an email from Google thanking me for sending them my resume...which I have not, but why should that stop them from expressing their gratitude to me?!! After all, since I've earned the nickname Captain Google from some co-workers as a result of all the let-me-check-that-on-Google events in my life, why shouldn't they be grateful?
Oh, and once I pass through The Pearly Gates, will they have to send to Robert The Grateful Dead or Current Resident?
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