Dear Manrique,
I am deeply indepted to you for your spam email of this morning, due not to its time-sensitive contents, but because your very name has caused me to realize that my own unborn child must be called after you, whether boy or girl.
Manrique, Manrique, Manrique!
best regards,
Ida
In other news, I had my monthly check-up this morning. Always a treat (ever-strong baby heartbeat! doctor with cute haircut!), today I discovered something so lovely, so timely, so likely to help with the pain in my left arm: my insurance covers bi-monthly massage. I am now equipped with a prescription for eight of 'em.
I don't even know why I'm typing this right now, I should be all oiled up.
Oh, Manrique...
Posted by Ida at August 2, 2007 01:06 PMThere are three syllables in Manrique, right?
Posted by: flamingbanjo at August 2, 2007 11:25 PMSi--and you should see where he keeps them!
Posted by: ida at August 3, 2007 09:40 AMSo, is it pronounced, "MANreeKAY" or "manREEkay"?
Posted by: COMTE at August 3, 2007 10:08 AM