Message-ID: <15344451.1075859029388.JavaMail.evans@thyme> Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2001 08:09:36 -0800 (PST) From: tori.kuykendall@enron.com To: suzanne.christiansen@enron.com Subject: FW: This is a classic... Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-From: Kuykendall, Tori X-To: Christiansen, Suzanne X-cc: X-bcc: X-Folder: \TKUYKEN (Non-Privileged)\Kuykendall, Tori\Sent Items X-Origin: Kuykendall-T X-FileName: TKUYKEN (Non-Privileged).pst -----Original Message----- From: Jennifer_Lamprecht@oxy.com [mailto:Jennifer_Lamprecht@oxy.com] Sent: Monday, October 29, 2001 10:05 AM To: hof@swbell.net; amyphil@msn.com; ELamprecht@encompserv.com; Susan.Hadix@elpaso.com; Machelle_Anderson@gillette.com; mmlamprecht@hotmail.com; neal2121@midwest.net; sthomas9@houston.rr.com; SUZANCH@guess.com; Tiffany_Lauer@manulife.com; tkuyken@enron.com; mfinger458@aol.com; Liz_Stringer@mgic.com Subject: FW: This is a classic... Is this what I have to look foward too?? Jen -----Original Message----- From: Tripp, Tracey [mailto:Tracey.Tripp@ENRON.com] Sent: Monday, October 29, 2001 9:56 AM To: Amy Stephens (E-mail); CandMSERV (E-mail); Cheryl Ancira (E-mail); Heather Beken (E-mail 2); Jennifer Lamprecht (E-mail); Judy Tripp (E-mail); Julie Griffin (E-mail); Lori Knott (E-mail); Tammy Cline (E-mail); Tanya Thomas (E-mail) Subject: FW: This is a classic... > >> > > One afternoon a man came home from work to find total mayhem in > his > >>house. > >> His three children were outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the > >>mud, > >> with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. > >> > > > > > >> > > The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the > >>house. > >> Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had > >>been > >> knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the > >>front > >>room > >> the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, > >> and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. > >> > >> > > In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled > > >>on > >>the > >> counter, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under > the > >>table, > >> and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door. > >> > >> > > He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles > > >>of > >> clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she may be ill, or that > >>something > >> serious had happened. He found her lounging in the bedroom, still > curled > >>in > >>the > >> bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. > >> > >> > > She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went. He > >>looked > >>at > >> her bewildered and asked, "What happened here today?" > >> She again smiled and answered, "You know every day when you come home > >>from > >>work > >> and ask me what in the world did I do today?" "Yes" was his incredulous > >>reply. > >> She answered, "Well, today I didn't do it." > >> > >> > > Send this page to another Mother. > >> > >> > >> >> > ********************************************************************** This e-mail is the property of Enron Corp. and/or its relevant affiliate and may contain confidential and privileged material for the sole use of the intended recipient (s). Any review, use, distribution or disclosure by others is strictly prohibited. If you are not the intended recipient (or authorized to receive for the recipient), please contact the sender or reply to Enron Corp. at enron.messaging.administration@enron.com and delete all copies of the message. This e-mail (and any attachments hereto) are not intended to be an offer (or an acceptance) and do not create or evidence a binding and enforceable contract between Enron Corp. (or any of its affiliates) and the intended recipient or any other party, and may not be relied on by anyone as the basis of a contract by estoppel or otherwise. Thank you. **********************************************************************