Just When I Can't Deal With My In-Box...

With over 100 e-mails waiting to be dealt with--an occupational hazard that crops up whenever I emerge from a deadline marathon--I was dreading getting to my desk this morning. But at the top of the list of new emails was one from an address I didn't recognize. Turns out my little nephew now has his own email account, and he sent me the following message:

hi i love you
dominick to ant wendy

If that doesn't make my day--and make my own email account totally worthwhile--I don't know what does! :-)

PS Dominick, "Ant" Wendy loves you, too!