The acronyms of my life.
Tuesday, September 21st, 2004Porter and I share a friend that we call PP. This is short for poopy pants… don’t ask me how he earned this title because I am not even sure. Now PP, for some reason, unbeknownst to me, refers to things by acronym, but only as of late. For instance, when we got together to watch “How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days”, the emails preceding the actual viewing referred to the movie as: HTLAGITD. I admit, it is easier to type those 8 measly letters than the whole movie title, but if you aren’t let in on the new “my life is an acronym” style, then you have no idea what movie you are going to watch.
This morning I received an email from PP with the subject CLD. Now, I am used to his acronym-based communication and I only hope that somewhere in the body of the email he explains to me what the hell he is talking about. But before I venture into the content of the email, I give myself a few guesses as to what he might be referring to: Controlled Liver Disorder? Cow Lick Disease? Is he sending me an email about the Cat Loving Danish? Okay… I give… What is he talking about?!?! Country Line Dancing. Yeehaw! I can only hope that he was inviting me to go tonight and not last night, ’cause I would LOVE to see his poopy pants boot-scoot boogie. Plus I haven’t line danced since my grandma broke her hip (it happened a long time ago and she is fully recovered now, don’t worry)!
I am gracefully step-ball-changing my way back to work…. =)
