Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Where the hell are my mozzarella sticks.

It’s Wednesday. As I write this post I’m waiting for my Schwan’s delivery so I can eat mozzarella sticks for lunch. Sam is on a VIP tour of Cowboys Stadium.

David was supposed to take the tour, too, except he flew back to Los Angeles last night. Sam called just before the tour started at 11 to let me know he was able to sell David’s ticket in the parking lot. This is great news even though I know how much he wanted David to be there. Cowboys Stadium is a brand new billion-dollar facility that looks like the mother ship from Close Encounters of the Third Kind. Online reviews give the VIP tour five stars because they let you visit a luxury suite, check out the locker rooms and run around on the field.
Here’s something exciting. In addition to all the usual suspects in the United States — including a frequent addict from Herndon, Virginia — the Howdygram is pleased to report visitors today from the following exotic locations: Singapore, Spain, Indonesia, Malaysia, Japan, Croatia, South Africa and NASA Headquarters in Huntsville, Alabama.

The Howdygram is officially a global phenomenon. Holy crapola, maybe somebody should do a reality TV show about us! They could model it after Gordon Ramsay’s hit series and call it “Typing Nightmares.” Just a thought.

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2 comments:

Lisa said...

Hey Marcy-I'm so glad to see that Sam went on the tour anyway. I'm only sorry David isn't with him. Thanks for getting him home early!

Marcy Marks said...

We had such a great visit with David. Next time you should come, too! We were glad to know your burglars didn't get anything of value and that everybody's safe. xoxo from Sam and me to you, David and Anna.