Wednesday, April 1, 2009

"Oooh, you want a CONTRACT."

Me: Mom, let me fax you this menu the reception place faxed me while you were gone a few weeks ago.

Mom: Ok. Um, A, this was a contract that needed to be signed. I called Cathy and she was out so I signed the contracts and sent her them and a copy of your email.

Me: Oooooh. My bad.

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