A true story
So, I was in my home town (Baltimore) recently, in transit between New York and CALIFORNIAAAAA, where sninkle and I were going on a vacation of epic awesomeness to visit our friend LR.
On the morning of our departure, I found myself at sninkle's house, eating her family's food and probably (as usual) proclaiming my supreme regret that there are no eligible bachelors in her family I can marry. (I am Laurie in Little Women to her March family.)
sninkle's brother -- all twelve thousand feet of him -- suddenly leaps up from his chair and goes bounding up, and then down, the stairs. He hands me a box.
The Brother: "We got you something."
Sarah, raising her eyebrows: "What is this mysterious box?" Opens it. "!!!!!" And then, "!!!!!!!!!"
The !!!!! was for a box of miscellany I had sent home from Spain with sninkle's family, at the end of my year and their family vacation there. The biggest finds were a belt I'd convinced myself I'd lost, my address book, and the horrendous shiny bracelet of doom that my school gave me at the end of last year.
Note that you can see our distorted faces reflected in its shiny surface of doom.
I think the lesson of this story is that presents come at the most awesome and unexpected times, but I'm sure sninkle would correct me and say that it is, "Never trust my brother with your stuff." It might also be true, but I'm a bigger fan of the fairytale ending.
On the morning of our departure, I found myself at sninkle's house, eating her family's food and probably (as usual) proclaiming my supreme regret that there are no eligible bachelors in her family I can marry. (I am Laurie in Little Women to her March family.)
sninkle's brother -- all twelve thousand feet of him -- suddenly leaps up from his chair and goes bounding up, and then down, the stairs. He hands me a box.
The Brother: "We got you something."
Sarah, raising her eyebrows: "What is this mysterious box?" Opens it. "!!!!!" And then, "!!!!!!!!!"
The !!!!! was for a box of miscellany I had sent home from Spain with sninkle's family, at the end of my year and their family vacation there. The biggest finds were a belt I'd convinced myself I'd lost, my address book, and the horrendous shiny bracelet of doom that my school gave me at the end of last year.
Note that you can see our distorted faces reflected in its shiny surface of doom.
I think the lesson of this story is that presents come at the most awesome and unexpected times, but I'm sure sninkle would correct me and say that it is, "Never trust my brother with your stuff." It might also be true, but I'm a bigger fan of the fairytale ending.