Following a lengthy restoration and renaming process, I burdened the tiny metal wafer with as much music as it could shoulder, charged its battery to full and slid it into a padded mailing envelop. Just as I was drawing the envelop toward my mouth to be licked, I paused, lowered it to the table and grabbed a pen.
And this is what I wrote:
When considering Nephew Peyton's age (six), the above note may seem slightly overwritten, which is why I printed the front of the card in a language I know he'll understand.
You sound like the best uncle ever!!
ReplyDeleteMy uncle, on the other hand, is a whole other story. Pretty sure something got lodged up his ass about 30 years ago and hasn't worked its way out since. : p
Keep up the good work!
I'm curious, how did you acquire the handsome nose-picking photo?
SO awesome. (Glad to see that you're posting semi-occasionally again!)
ReplyDeleteWhen I saw this I thought it was too cool. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteHaha, if I had an uncle do that for me, I'd consider him the best uncle ever. ;)
ReplyDeleteMy Mom took the photo, Britt. Isn't she talented!
ReplyDeleteI'm tryin', Nat. But sometimes even I tire of fart jokes.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Amerah! When can I expect your movie's premiere?
ReplyDeleteTell my nephews that, will ya Jennifer?
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