Sunday funny

James Veitch is who I am honestly too polite and not clever enough to be most of the time. I once responded to someone who had texted me in the middle of the night, but I just couldn’t carry it off to the levels Veitch manages.

See? And just so you know (if you happened to have noticed when I responded), I forget my phone for long stretches, so if I don’t respond right away (usually because I don’t have a special notification sound set for you), I’m probably not ignoring you.

Veitch constantly amazes and amuses me. I wish I had even a tenth of his wit. Those crazies who email me wouldn’t stand a chance.

I really wish I’d been able to draw out my mystery texter like this …
Oooh … the Nigerian prince story gets an update!
So, where’s my toaster?
This almost makes me miss having roommates. Not enough, though, to want them.