My mother checks my away message every night before she goes to sleep. Sometimes, I'll receive an IM in the middle of the night in response to a witty, somewhat crude dialogue I thought was funny enough to post. Typing furiously from our home...
All I wanted for Christmas was an Automated External Defibrillator, in fuschia. I didn't get one. Maybe I was a bad girl. Maybe Santa realized I don't even celebrate Christmas. Or maybe he was backed up processing thousands of other orders from...