The Postcards for Mom Pranksters

Hey everyone, I'm going to do the newsletter tomorrow morning, assuming they don't make me work too hard at my job... thank God I have a good gov't job and I don't have to do much. (In fact, I tell my son to "Get a gov't job and you'll never have to work again")

Things have been super-quiet for the last 4 days. I had only *one* request for Mom's address the whole weekend. One. Geez. I'm sitting in the basement and writing this. I'm also checking email, and it looks like I've got a few more things to post in the Gallery. Cool. I even took a dorky picture of myself just now. Ugh I'm a fat cow.

A few updates: Mom got pink-eye early last week. I didn't mention it then because I figured only me and Jim knew about it. By now, I'm sure plenty of relatives know about it, so I figured it was safe to post. Go ahead and mention it in your next correspondence (birthday related, of course!). She has not mentioned the 'silly mail' and I expect to ask her about it later this week. Because of Mom's affliction, I can't go to her house, but she's got the medicine and says she's not contagious anymore. I'll see her Thursday.

As for getting the word out, thank you to all of you who are writing emails, posting the link on other sites, and mentioning the site to your friends. We've had way over 300,000 hits since January. Maybe even 400,000. I guess I should check. But that involves math.

My brother is still in Savannah, GA, and will be all the rest of this week. Then he's off to Florida next week. So if any of you are in the GA/FL area, maybe you should mention Kev, or just the Air Force, or convertible Camaro's (Mom will get it).

I wrote to my Aunt Cher, who Mom swares is in a picture that someone sent her (it's not her!) and Aunt Cher says that we need to ramp up the blaming of Duff or Renee. I agree. They are just the type who'd do something like this...

I guess I'll shutup for now and drink another Bud Light.