Every day, my grandfather goes out to check the mail. He bring it back, and, though he cannot read English, he opens every piece of mail with a letter opener, speeding up the process for my parents and occupying some time.
Lately, he has taken to calling me downstairs as he opens it, to see if I have any mail.
I usually don't. He usually laughs. Today, the ritual was followed by the remark, "All this mail, and none of it for you, huh?"
I need a penpal.
(raising hand and waving frantically)
ReplyDeleteMay I, oh may I please? I was just thinking today that I wanted a real penpal, like I used to have when I was younger.
p.s. (note above/below from M.)
ReplyDeletethat's crazy that you guys were thinking about that at (relativley ) the saem time
ReplyDeletei should stop and go to bed like i put in my post
but ijust wanted to say that i hate your literary crap
because its so great
and compared to mine
hahahahahahahaha
esp this last post i just made
i think for fun- it would be cool for me to try to post like you for a week instead of my insane free-writing
-can you guess who?
oh- and i think i really really liked this post because of the adorable story
ReplyDeletethe procedure is very very cute
-same person from above)
You can be my penpal! Now all I need is a permanent address..
ReplyDeleteAnd by the way, Leyla dear, you sound so crazy ;) I actually wasn't sure it was you because usually you're not so incoherent. I'm just going to assume you had a long day.