Today in the mail I got a box! Taped to the front of it was Envelope Eleven from David A. in France. (That gives me a 61% return rate!--and yes, I know it's a skewed statistic, but I failed statistics or didn't take it or something like that.)
He made me miss France, though. And he did look for Pschitt but couldn't find it. I think it's a south of France thing.
Anyway, he also included Birthday Wishes which were my first official birthday wishes of this current birthday season. (Yes, birthday season).
And of course speaking of my birthday I thought I'd include here a little conversation I had over email (remember, these were sent one at a time over email--because I'm weird and so is Eric apparently):
Maaike: It's November, everyone! The countdown to my birthday has begun in double-time now! I still don't have a boyfriend, which is what I really wanted for my birthday, someone to spoil me, you know. Nevertheless (I love the opportunity to type that word) my birthday is COMING SOON!! November 9th is just 8 days away! Hooray! It's November!!
Eric: Just so I understand what I'm reading...this is a shameless plug for presents...right?
Maaike: Actually, it was a search for "who's going to fill the boyfriend slot before it's too late." But presents are good.
Eric: If I need to have a girlfriend before my birthday in December, I am going to be in big trouble.
Maaike: Focus, Eric. We're talking about me here.
Eric: Right... right. Sorry I got off track. I better find you a nice present to make up for my slip.
Yep. That's right. My birthday in 8 more days. There's still a chance I'll meet someone. But I'm not holding my breath!
Thanks for the box, David! And by the way, Mom says "Hi."
1 comment:
well?!!! Was it just an empty box? An empty envelope? I can't stand that suspense!
What was in it? :)
love you!
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