Just this past weekend I had a conversation with my brother about how much I enjoyed getting mail. He summarized that he wasn’t particularly fond of the mail since he mostly received bills. After some discussion we decided my mail was a lot more entertaining than his. My typical mail isn’t quite as fun as what I discovered today, but you get the idea. Hint: Click on the picture to make it larger!
Enclosed was this beauty.
This picture is pretty old. This is even before Lindsay was around… I can tell from the haircut, she would never let my hair become so unruly…
To respond to your points Mr. Gray, I have these things to say
- Although I moved out of that “shitty” apartment, we did have a built in pony-keg fridge, so it couldn’t have been that bad.
- As hinted at above, Lindsay made me cut my hair otherwise it would be all wrapped up in a doo-rag right now.
- I still enjoy ramen.
- No comment.
- I still hate dishes.
My roommates say “Hello” right back. Actually I guess Lindsay is the only one talking, Lily cooed and Toba barked.