And I, too, have cheated so that my son could win. And let me tell you, it was hard because we were playing Candyland and the only way I could keep from beating him was to precheck the cards and make sure he got doubles and I got the peanut. I don’t know…is it wrong to cheat if you aren’t cheating to WIN?

But as for the post, it really does reming me that Evan should branch out from the Memory game. ONE is so cute.

As you know, that story took place last weekend in Jersey. At my parents’ house. And as a refresher, you, your silly-ass boxers and TWO stayed behind in VA. So I was referring to myself getting a little ill at the sight of my father’s…you know…underwear.

And as the person who actually purchases your undergarments, I know you don’t wear Jockeys.

I wouldn’t have married you if you did.

Love you too,
Staff

BTW, they’re Merona boxers fresh from Target, and they’re not icky. How dare you.

The only Jockeys I know of is the one that rides that butt-hurting King of Horses card. Why is he wearing a jester’s crown? And that spade looks more like an arrow pointing to perhaps the weakest installment to art history every recorded. Pathetic.

Love you,
Me