I'll be the first to apologize for the fact that I'm awful about e-mail. I check it maybe every 3 days and I have major guilt about it, but there's nothing I can do because we're in the middle of cold and flu season, and I have three children. It comes in on my phone, but unless I'm glancing at my phone the moment an important e-mail comes through, I probably won't have time to look at it until I get a chance to sit down. It's not as if I can even check it when everyone's sleeping, because everyone's never sleeping. Even if I could, going through 300 e-mails, much of them spam, isn't the first thing on my list when I get a moment of leisure time. It is a major problem.
And now Fun Sink is all bent out of shape because I didn't get back to her on the question of some American Girl dogs. She knew A wanted Honey the Dog, but which one did E want? E is not yet 2; she doesn't care. She will be happy with whatever. There are a lot of AG pets to choose from, so just pick one and move on with your life.
But Fun Sink can't ever do what's easy (just order something) or what's kind (give me a little bit of a break), so she had to talk to my father-in-law about it, who talked to Mr. Twinkle about it, who's now upset that it looks bad that I'm such a flake on e-mail. So I texted her even though it's been an embarrassing length of time and it's clearly too late to order for Valentine's Day anyway. I was appropriately contrite. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. I'm so sorry I forgot to get back to you on the pressing question of Honey the Dog.
She sent back a b*tchy text explaining that it's too late to order, so never mind. I guess it's all my fault that everyone will be deprived of Honey the Dog this Valentine's Day. I'm not saying my e-mail habits are great, but I'm doing the best thing I can, and I'm not sure why she couldn't just have figured this out for herself instead of dragging my father-in-law and Mr. Twinkle into it. It was a simple mistake, made by a person who is stretched to her limits, and I apologized for it. What more does Fun Sink want from me?
I suppose she assumed that Mr. Twinkle was too busy with his nine-to-five day-job in the quiet of his office and his email popping right up in front of him to know which AG pet mid-sized Twinklette wanted. Otherwise she could have just asked him. Serves you right for having THREE(!) children. Who in their right mind has THREE(!) children - someone who obviously has too much time on her hands.
ReplyDeleteIn the end, our dear cleaning lady mentioned that Fun Sink has been a Fun Sink ever since high-school and that she feels sorry for you on account of your mother-in-law. Every other Monday she say, "I just hope Twinkle is doing well; You know her mother-in-law...." And then she rolls her eyes and sighs deeply...
How I love our CL and how I love you!!
Don't get me started on how a husband's family thinks they should bypass their own relative to bug the wife with inquiries. Leaving that aside, why would the woman not just pick up the phone and call you directly?
ReplyDeleteFrankly, Twinks, and I say this with love, everyone who interacts with you regularly knows that you aren't a great emailer. If that is the only avenue she used to try to get in touch with you, then either she didn't care that much or she was passive-aggressively setting you up.
Lola, remind me when I see you next (at the Classic tomorrow, I hope), to discuss Cleaning Ladies.
xoxo - Julep