November 30th, 2002


"It's You...It's You..."

Mr. Fabby got a phone call tonight. We were alerted to this fact by the phone dancing and buzzing across the table like a mad, flightless hummingbird. He checked the ID, and it came up "Private." So he answered. "Hello? Who is this? Who is this?" Then he hung up.

"Who was it?" I asked. "I don't know," he replied.

"Every time I asked who it was, the guy on the other end said 'It's You.'"