This is a true story and at the time I was recovering
from foot surgery and had a real hard time getting around
My Little Buddy is the Grandson of Aspiring Angel
decided to contact Auntie D
Things That Brighten a Day
I'm sitting at my computer dealing with a mountain of email When up pops a screen asking for a voice conference With my microphone not connected I type back a hold on please response
So here I go under the desk in attempt to make connection Trying to protect my bum foot in search of the plug With each one I try I'm shouting can you hear me now With no response I'm feeling like a dumb thug.
So I finally look up to the monitor and to my surprise This is all I could see ... Lesajg22022 (12/30/2007 3:28:18 PM): 7p086j00000000000 Lesajg22022 (12/30/2007 3:28:59 PM): oooooooooooooooooo Lesajg22022 (12/30/2007 3:32:12 PM): -y0u7o88oooooooooo Lesajg22022 (12/30/2007 3:37:20 PM): ---------------------------- Uncontrollably laughing sitting on the floor Oh My stars its not Lesa Its my Little Buddy...
He has once again found his way to Grandma's computer To IM his favorite Auntie D Oh Grandma has her hands quite full But what a joy Thank you my Little Buddy
It is hardto believe that this little insident that had you crawling all over you floor, was almost three years ago now. Sure lots of water under the bridge since then but one thing to remain is the love our entire family holds for you. This was always one of my very favorites, of Joseph's writes, that we both did for the little scamp. LOL.
Love you girlie girl. Will be talking to you soon. Now as a very dear friend once advised me .... I am putting my hands in the air and stepping away from the compuer.
ROTFL
Yep I remember so well when he did this and also remember the write. He is quite a character our litle buddy and Auntie D is still his very favorite Auntie and Grandma's bestest buddy. Thank you for reposting this here.
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