I've been meaning to write about our phonebook situation. I don't know where they're coming from, but they keep showing up. I'm sorry to say that I don't have an official count; I've tossed all but one or two. (Well, not really. I've recycled them. Madison doesn't mess around when it comes to recycling, but that's a whole 'nother story.) We've been here for a little over a year and must have gotten at least 10-12 of them. I keep one big Madison one and one neighborhood one. Why? I'm not sure. Seems like I always resort to the Internet when I look up numbers.
Fast forward to today. The snow is still melting and on my way to get the mail I notice something. A bag. A bag peeking through the melting snow. A bag of two more phonebooks! Not sure when they were delivered, but must have been awhile ago. I felt a little like Sean Astin in Encino Man.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
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encino man. that's funny.
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