Most of the time I am really, really bad at returning email. I procrastinate. I put it off. It’s just something my friends accept, or at least learn to live with.
In the middle of the whole Hurricane Rita evacuation, I got an email from my old high school friend Amanda making sure I was ok. I wrote her back to assure her that I was fine and in a safe place. After the city repopulated, I got an email from my friend Cayce, who had talked to Amanda and was now jokingly jealous that I had — gasp — actually emailed someone.
I got lazy and never responded to Cayce’s email, of course.
I just got home and had another email from her. Subject line: “I’m pregnant. NOW will you email me back??”
“Ha, ha,” I thought. “Yeah right. Though that would would be a clever way to get me to respond…”
I opened the email.
Cayce is pregnant!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Cayce and Dave are gonna have a kid!