Mail and potatoes.
November 09, 2005
My parents have the strangest relationship.I just sat downstairs eating a baked potato and watched my father roam all over the house looking for the mail. He grumbled to himself, and seriously walked all over the house looking for mail from a few days ago. Finally, he muttered "Damn that woman, where does she put everything?"
Then, the phone rang.
It was her.
The mail was found, and my baked potato was good.
Goodnight.
