From my office voice mail, sometime Monday morning:Hey, Mom, it's me. Listen, I just wanted to let you know that the cat threw up on the rug in the living room. I can't clean it up right now, but I didn't want you to come home after work all excited and run over to the TV and--you know--step in it, or something.
It's shaped like a heart.
It's shaped like a heart.
Just in case I don't recognize it. What with my excitement to get to the television, and all.
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I would never leave a voice mail for this; I use email. I'll send a note to Carol letting her know the cat has kacked. It's simply a way of managing expectations.
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