This week in mail:
I think this is a fair representation of what it's like to have to wash dishes.
I have a wee fear of taxis.
I am almost certain that I'll become locked inside one and never heard from again.
I can't help it.
I'm a classic Midwestern child who was repeatedly told to NEVER get into a stranger's car. NEVER.
I have no idea what this kid has in his glass jar
but his face is priceless.
And, finally, a little immature humor for my little brother.