Yesterday when I was picking up the mail I noticed these three words on an envelope:
My initial thought was, "Oh, crap. Dad is not going to like seeing that." Then, to my horror, I realized the mail was addressed to me. Oh, snap!
Now, I realize I'm getting older and all, but I'm not quite up the hill, let alone over it, so why am I getting mail from Virginia Madsen's age team? Yes, she's lovely, but definitely in a different age range than me. I don't wanna act my age! I want to be immature, thankyouverymuch. So there. That'll show 'em. ;)
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