Woody has a way of being really funny, even in foreign lands, with only minutes to spare on a borrowed computer or a pay by the minute internet cafe. And I don't even like jokes. Or humor. But then, this is the man who once told me to be quiet, he was teaching my dog how to eat (while on all fours, mouth to the bowl, chewing ProPlan with no shame.) One of my favorite Woody funnies came in response to my reminder of our pa's birthday. I thought I should help him since he seems to lack modern amenities and probably has no idea what day or even what month it is anymore, but apparently, he is more responsible than I give him credit for...the punch line of his email goes like this:
"thanks for the reminder, but i did not need it. i have had feb. 11th written on my hand for the last week. i wrote an email to pa today. honduras has been good--we went to a cool church and met some wealthy hondurans with ktms. i will tell more later, for now i am hot, hungry, and i have to go to the bathroom. love you."
oh, that Woody and his direct style of communication, and details --- that really? do we really need to know?
-- luludilly
No comments:
Post a Comment