Some peoples ... kids.
Okay...
***ticker tape sounds... typewriters...... muffled speech............swearwords......
this just in...
My neighbors (God love em) ... upstairs... Lithuanian.... good natured but are .... mildly culturally, ethnically and english literacy challenged (but Markus is teaching me to swear in Russian ... so no complaints here : ))
ANYHOW.... they get a letter.
Mistakenly delivered upstairs instead of my house.
Complete with an official looking seal guaranteed to toss anyone with a green card into cold sweats...
This **letter**...has
-My Address.
-But Nannettes NAME (which due to the literacy thing.... my neigbhors....they opened .. innocently ...thinking they were in trouble...
Letter is from Histute and Lofty CALIFORNIA Legal firm peoples
Letter says... When in the course of human events... (yada yada)......
...... dont walk the walk if you cant talk the register fee.......... or something.
Suffice to say.....
Diplomatic speaking....
Using wide terms to protect the guilty...
Our previous tendency toward using certain aheretofore mentioned terms to refer to certain walking events without pre established permission AND payment of a registation fee...hm mmmmmmmmmmmm might include the confiscation of my firstborn and all ability to use the word bariatric (or something or other).
Sort of.
Not really.
Perhaps.
Sigh.
Confused yet? Yeah me too.
The good news is.... WE (the aforementioned ocwls) **are** having a joyful RENAMED event this Sunday.
Surf, Sun, sandals, September, Sunday.. soda... sidewalk in the form of boards........... such a deal.
"wont you beeeeeee .... my neighbor. (sang to the tune from Mr Rogers neighborhood)
CYA
Timmy Ray