Would the person who wrote up on the little whiteboard on our fridge, the one by the kitchen phone …
Tracy Clavin
Returning postcard
… please let me know what it means, before I call up Tracy and ask her? On the off chance that it was something like “Tracy called and she hates your guts and is returning any postcard you send her and will get a restraining order filed against you if you call her.”
(Margie insists ’twasn’t her. Doyce, who babysat for us last week says it wasn’t him. And it wasn’t me, based on how the As are written.)
UPDATE: The plot thickens. Margie now remembers someone mysterious answering the phone on Friday when the gamers were here and she was otherwise busy.
And I’ve called Tracy, and nobody was home!
At least you call Tracy! When’s the last time you phoned your dear old friend Scott? I sit by the phone every night, waiting, waiting… Even a postcard at Christmas would be nice! Oy, it’s tough to be me!
Seriously, though, you’re still in touch with Tracy? Ask her if she remembers me. Ask her mother if she remembers me!
Heh. Will do.