An email from Justin today (he asked for my new address to send Katy's hand-me-downs...it's like Christmas!):
Big box, including some nice shoes, some crappy but good shoes, pair of new winter boots and the usual Katy broken in stuff.
Some good for working with dad under the Chevy, but most pretty decent stuff.
I accept cash, cash and cash, or you could send me my freaking cookies you procrastinator.
God created the earth in 7 freaking days.
What kind of damn cookies take months to make?
Oh, and I want some lobster tails.
Nothing too ostentatious though.
Don’t want to come across as uppity.
Thank you for the gifts Martine.
You and mom did not follow the rules, but as I was one of the benefactors of your reckless rule breaking, thank you.
Did you know my birthday is next month?
40 years old.
That’s a big one.
Needs to be celebrated just right, with huge and very expensive gifts.
Like a box of freaking damn ever loving cookies!
I will accept cash, liquor and freaking cookies.
Chivas Regal is a nice, gentle hint.
55 gallon drum should work just fine.
You do know how to bake right?
This whole cookie thing is going to put me in therapy you know.
Oh, I also like meat.
The basics. Brisket, ham, turkey, dolphin tongue…the usual.
Summer sausage with those fancy little cheeses. Now that’s the way to a mans heart right there!
Or you can send him freaking COOKIES!!!!!
I like guns!
And my truck.
I think I might be ADD.
Did I mention cookies?
Have I told you about my gun?
Its big you know.
I oil it every night, and sometimes in the morning too.
I will send the package out in the morning munchkin.
Lots of love
Your cookie starved, meat craving gun rubbing brother.