9.29.2009

In two hundred meters...

George: [about Obama] That guy is pretty awesome.
Me: I know, right?
George: The thing is, some people think he's the antichrist.

George has this baffling french/british accent that no one can quite place. It occurred to me that he sounds like our GPS system.
"In two hundred meters, turn left"

I somehow lost my purse this morning. Mom found it. I don't know whether I left it in dad's car, and she found it there, or I left it on the tram, and she called the tram people and got it from them. I just got a text message that said "FOUND IT!! xoxox" and figured I could rest easy, except the fact that I have no money for lunch.

Love always,
Clara

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