I love email. Especially at work.

The other day, I got the awesomest email ever from my friend Chris. Keep in mind that we haven't talked in well over a year. This is what he wrote to me:

Hey Robinson,

What the fuck is going on?

Everybody's Best Buddy,

Chris Gill

I love it.

Then today, I had some more exciting correspondence with Dave. So great.

From: Dave
To: Sarah
Subject: RE: I can't even begin my day...

My new personal rule that I came up with, for no reason at all last night, was that if I had two boys I would NOT HAVE ANOTHER KID. The last thing I fucking need is three boys.
That is seriously the path to chemical dependency.

From: Sarah
To: Dave
Subject: RE: I can't even begin my day...

I agree. Actually, I think it's a miracle that my sister and I were even born. My brother was such a horrible child that it is truly amazing that my parents were all, "Well... okay let's give it a go. Perhaps the next one will only be 65% evil." And that's exactly what they got. I figure I am about 65% evil because I am secretly evil.

From: Sarah
To: Dave
Subject: RE: I can't even begin my day...

I have 2 issues to bring to the table this morning.
They are as follows:
1) Lydia is going to Ontario to visit her parents for 10 days. This means I have to take care of her cats. They frighten me. What if I accidentally fall asleep on the couch and they eat my face??? No one would even know.
2) Is it weird to want to eat hummus at 10am? Cause I do. Right now. And I could totally make it happen. Thoughts?

From: Dave
To: Sarah
Subject: RE: I can't even begin my day...

THANK YOU VERY MUCH for making me crave hummus at 9:55 in the morning.You truly are 65% evil.

From: Sarah
To: Dave
Subject: RE: I can't even begin my day...

MUAHAHHAHA! And I wasn't even trying that time.But seriously, what about the cats? Lydia jokes about them sucking my breath in the night. Apparently they can really do that! That is not a funny joke at all.

From: Dave
To: Sarah
Subject: RE: I can't even begin my day...

I hate cats. That is why I have been avoiding the subject.
Hate them.

And last (but not least) was this lovely conversation. I am consistently surprised by the things I will argue with people about. I love work.


From: Platypus
To: Sarah Cc: Sully Bear
Subject: Mr T pocket fun

Sully Bear has one! Jealous much? If you don't knows what I'm saying you must check the SR blog...Senior wants what Sully's gots...

From: Sarah
To: Platypus Cc: Sully Bear
Subject: RE: Mr T pocket fun

Don't call me senior! I'm totally younger than you, Platypus!

From: Platypus
To: Sarah Cc: Sully Bear
Subject: RE: Mr T pocket fun

But it totally works...See? Your initials makes you SR...which is short for Senior...but we can add flair and make it mexican, because mexican's are funny...so it would be See-nyoar...which is way cooler, cheyuss? You tell her Sully!

From: Sarah
To: Platypus Cc: Sully Bear
Subject: RE: Mr T pocket fun

BUT... that implies that I am a man, which I am not. Can't we do better than this?

From: Sully Bear
To: Sarah; Platypus
Subject: RE: Mr T pocket fun

See-nyoar-ita?!

From: Platypus
To: Sarah Cc: Sully Bear
Subject: Mr T pocket fun

See! Great minds! It so works! Who's a Sullybear?!

From: Sarah
To: Platypus Cc: Sully Bear
Subject: RE: Mr T pocket fun

Fine. If we must go with that one... *sigh*
Thanks a lot, Platypus.
If only my last name started with a T... then I could say "First Name Mister, Middle Name Period, Last Name T"
HAHAHAHAHA!
I'm getting that damn keychain.