Whenever I roll into work at 9:10 and see the blindingly bright red light glowing on my phone, my stomach sinks a bit. There’s no way I should have voicemail at such an ungodly hour on a Monday.

So with great trepidation I dial-in and what do my ears hear? “She’s got a smile that it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories. Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky-yyy.” It’s played really loud over a car radio and recorded onto my voicemail through a cell phone. It’s one of those things that Seamus always does for Al, the cutest girl on earth™ and me. She’s “Welcome to the Jungle” and I’m usually “Paradise City.” But apparently I have also become “Sweet Child O’Mine.”

Of course, the sound is shitty and crackly, but I listen to the entire message every single time. And it’s the best way ever to start a day.