An Offer

My mother has offered to send me something in the mail. I'm sure it'll get here with the back-log of birthday cakes I'm still waiting on. Strangely, she asks about my address, when it is CLEARLY posted somewhere on this website. Tantalizing are the details of her recent acquisitions of fine chocolates in Ireland, though I've learned not to hold my breath waiting for anything...I think there is a pair of pants somewhere in my house that have been waiting 6 years or so for a new button from my mother.

Yes, a recent spate of activity on the ol'web. I'm bored, what can I say? I wish I could turn the one picture of me and that stupid rabbit, but you get the idea.
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