The birthday is turning into a comedy of errors. Since I am a total cyborg and hate all things phone I made a concerted effort last Monday to send an email a week in advance saying, Hey, birthday on the roof next Monday.
Every piece of email going to an aol address bounced.
Those were cc’s. I tried one individually. No can do. Another aol bounce.
[AOL has nazi spam filters that are aberrant and are always changing out and do things like if you cc three people with a birthday invite notify your isp that you are a spammer and once that got an important account suspended with my isp and I have been mad at aol over that ever since it took work to get that lifted aol nazi’s.]
So, meanwhile, total silence. And I am thinking, Jeez, I am so unloved here, nobody? Maybe I should just bag this whole birthday thing and have a nice merlot by myself. And then today I get a phone message [natch from someone on aol] saying, How come I heard about the birthday from strangers? Are you mad at me?
So. Strangers know about the birthday. People I know think I am mad at them. And I have lost track of who even got invites at this point.
The roof is going to be so interesting come Monday.
Meanwhile, go VOTE ON THE SEXY HOT TV DOC POLL. I left that up a whole extra day and know 200 people cruise through here every day there should be more votes you slackers.
Love and Kisses,
Your Confused and Estranged Birthday Girl