We have an awesome babysitter I'll call C. She's not here in NYC this summer, but at home with her family and working with a reptile show. She popped in earlier this summer when visiting NYC and showed us the bite the baby gila monster gave her. I know, right? I trust my kids to someone with a baby gila monster scar on her forearm. Cool.
Anyway, I sent her an email this morning about setting up a recurring babysitting night (gym night for me - huzzah!). And she has her "out of office" message on. I about spit out my coffee laughing at this one:
Greetings! I am nowhere near a computer. I am, in fact, exposing
myself to hantavirus. I will get back to your email on or around July
15, assuming of course that I don't die of any mouse-born diseases.
I would normally say you can text me if necessary, but, I won't have
my phone at all. Try smoke signals! It could work.
Via con dios,
C
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