Andrew always brings the mail in when he comes home and tonight he came in with a new magazine for the National Gallery of Victoria (we’re members), a bill from Telstra (for my cable internet), and then he opened an envelope and said, “Guess what I have here?” and produced…. The Tickets.
You know, the ones to see my favorite band of all time (the Eagles, in case you haven’t been paying attention). I may have to scan them…
The Gallery magazine, by the way, smells REALLY nice. It’s a high-quality glossy magazine and the ink smells wonderful. Mmmmmmm. Andrew thought I was a little loopy, sitting there smelling the pages, but then I flipped them under his nose and he understood…
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