That’s what the leads to my iPod headset look like whenever I go to use them! No matter how careful I am when I put them down, they manage to get tangled and knotted by the time I pick them up. Now I’ve never seen these knotty creatures actually weave in and out to form the tangle, but I’m convinced that’s what happens.
Now one lead has decided knot to work, and so I have magnificent mono instead of superb stereo. I was talking with Cliff about it this morning, and he suggested I see if there are any wireless headsets for the iPod. Great idea! I searched the web, and came up with a local firm that deals with headsets, so I phoned them. Asked if there was an iPod wireless headset. At first the gentleman said “no”, but then asked me to hold while he checked further. He came back to tell me there was a new product on the market that would work with the iPod. It’s a bit pricey, but I ordered it. I’ll let you know how it works when it is delivered.
A Mother passing by her son's bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then she saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to "Mom" With the worst premonition she opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and you. I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercings, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it's not only the passion...Mom she's pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy. In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it. Don't worry Mom. I'm 15 and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.
Love, your son,
P.S. Mom, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that's in my center desk drawer.
I love you.
Call me when it's safe to come home.