Hey Danille! Cute Pictures! You are very active with your son. That's wonderful.
Wait a minute. I'm not Danille. I have a friend named Danille, who sent me pictures of her son who is in cub scouts. Odd.
I just bought a digital camera. I would like to e-mail pictures to people but I can't figure out how to do it. I'm trying to help a friend send some pictures for his work. If your sending a bunch of pictures, do you have to make a folder first and then send them like that? Help.
Shouldn't that be y-o-u-'-r-e instead of y-o-u-r? Why am I reading this?
I'm going to teach Kindergarten next year. I'm a little nervous about that. I've been teaching 1st for three years and 4th before that.
They're going to demote her right on down to the daycare diaper room if she doesn't straighten out the you're/your problem. Good heavens, I'm awful.
I'm seeing this guy named Gordon. He's very handsome and very sweet. He's a bit of a flirt with everyone, however. I've been off and on seeing him for the past three years. This time it's been more frequently that I see him. Or, should I say, he's living with me.
Well that's quite a segue to a confession. Ugh. This really is none of my business. That's pretty often that she's seeing him, though. Doesn't sound like he has his head in the same game she does. I should close this.
I'm not sure how long he's going to be staying here. It's been so great, now I don't want him to go. Anyhow, a little sisterly advice?
Don't hit Reply All when sharing personal information over the internet.
Did you ever live with your husband?
For better and for worse, for the past 14½ years.
I figure it's a good way to see how people really are. Write back. Cantella.
What should I do? What should I do? She didn't ask me specifically. Someone needs to tell her that everyone in Danille's address book just read of Cantella's live-in relationship. No. How mortifying for her. Close this. Do it. Click the red X.
Dear Cantella, You accidentally replied to ALL. I feel like a terrible eavesdropper. Sorry. Tried to stop myself several times, but I admittedly have no self-control.
I do, however, have the advice you asked for. First of all, the contraction for you are is spelled y-o-u-'-r-e not y-o-u-r.
Secondly, may I suggest that you read the instructions for your digital camera. Or better yet, have Gordon read them and e-mail his own pictures for work.
Which brings me to something very important. DON'T LIVE WITH GORDON. He won't leave until you bring up the nasty M-word. Why would he? He gets what he wants whenever he wants it. Plus meals, housekeeping, and laundry service.
And why would you want to see what a man is like before you marry him? That's the craziest thing I ever heard! My incredibly wonderful husband has this annoying habit of neatly folding his dirty socks like they're (contraction for they are) clean. He eats fried livers. He makes smacking noises in his sleep. Had I known about all this prior to saying I-do, I may not have wed him.
I apologize for intruding. Since we are both school teachers, I will put my final thoughts in those terms: Don't write with crayons and then get upset that you can't erase your mistakes.
Danille's friend, Lucy