I'm not even sure if this will make sense ...but here goes.
Apparently, there is another Mark's Mom in the twin cities area. I know this because I occasionally get her phone calls. A year ago, I even got a call from her doctor giving her ( me ) her test results and they weren't good ( cancer ). I had to explain that he had the wrong number yadda yadda.
Fast forward to TODAY....in my mailbox is a card addressed to Mark's Mom and some dude's name. I was puzzled...opened it and it read:
Mark's Mom and Joel:
We found out about the challenges you both are facing with cancer last weekend - very sorry to learn about them. You are both on our minds and we wish you favorable (can't read word )
-Michele and Ron
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Oh mannnnnnn....someone sent a nice card to someone thinking the person got it and they didn't get it - now what? I looked at the return address -- nice...their last name was like SMITH but not SMITH. SIGH.
I did an internet search and found them though!! I called and said " hi, my name is Mark's Mom but I'm not the Mark's mom you are looking for. Yadda yadda just thought you'd want to know that I got the card by mistake "
What's it mean Jackie?? Is there another me in a parallel universe?????
Isn't that an odd story???
3 comments:
Oh gosh - how creep-o weird! Here's what you do: crawl into the under-the-stairs closet; take with you 2 apples and a cat and a feather pillow. While balancing one apple on the cat's head, lie as prone as you can and place the feather pillow over your head and repeat, thrice, "Get me out of the twilight zone." While waiting for the incantation to work, grab the cat, remove the apple and eat it in four, large bites. Let the cat out of the closet; take the pillow off of your head and place it under your head and take a good snooze. If you get hungry - eat the other apple in five and 2/3rd bites. This, if done with courage and conviction, works every time . . . mostly. Well, depending on the cat. If this does not work , , , ummm . . . well . . . just grab a half gallon of any flavor of Ben and Jerry's and eat til you forget the whole thing!
Creepy, Pal, creepy, creepy, creepy.
Can I skip to plan B?????
Skip to plan B?????? Well . . . sure . . . I guess BUT be assured the only sure-fire cure for excessive creepitude involves cats and apples. I thought everyone knew that. Maybe it's a Southern thing? Oh, wait! Did I mention biscuits? Did I forget the bisquits? Oh my! Okay - get a 25 pound sack of flour and a rooster - did I mention the rooster? I'm losing it! The brain fart is taking it's toll!!! Now, with the rooster in your left hand . . .
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