Frank and Ann are very different people

Welcome to the 6^th floor.

Today's contributors are: Ann, Frank, and Scott.

Subject: The Difference Between Ann and Frank

I was out partying tonight, but the dudes I was with turned out to be pretty lame and now I'm home early. I came home to find that both Ann and Frank had left for a couple of days, but they let us know in very different ways. In typical Ann fashion there was a note on the fridge. I didn't read it because it was too much writing, but Sara filled me in on what it said.

Sorry to suddenly disappear, but Frank's cousin up in Boston secured seats to a game at Fenway Park and since Frank had never been he decided there was no time like right now. At first I though he was crazy leaving in the middle of the night to drive up to Boston, but the more I thought about it, the more fun it sounded. Frank said they had an extra ticket still, so after he called his cousin back, I decided to tag along. It was a tough decision, but I hate work anyway so I called in for Monday, and maybe Tuesday too. I got up really early this morning though, so I very well may need Frank to stop for coffee on the way. We're figuring the roads will be pretty quiet, but then you never can tell. You guys want me to pick you up anything? Oh, you can't answer me because this is a post-it note. Well notes really, It's good that Tabitha bought the super-sized ones. The tickets are for Monday, apparently it's Patriot's day and the day of the Boston Marathon. The game actually starts at 10am, which I thought was a bit early to start playing baseball, but who am I to judge? Apparently it's a great day in Boston and really hard to get tickets. We figured since we're going up right now, we might as well try to goto the game tomorrow too. They're playing the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim, such a long name that is; who's bright idea was that? Frank's dragging me away now, we're in Boston if you need us.

That pretty much covers it, but out of curiosity I checked Frank's AIM away message.

“I drove my cah somewhere.”

Sara argues that that is almost as descriptive as Ann's note.