Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Sweet

Checking voicemail messages (a very irregular pursuit, but I’m expecting a few calls)… and there was my sister, chatting away with my mother.  One of those messages people leave when they don’t even realize they’ve dialed your number:

"it was probably just me, in the middle of the night, bumping around eating cake..."

(click - hang up)

Something about this is very sweet and precious.

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