Um. I got your message about your camera. The one you left. It was in the crack in my couch.
And I know you asked me to mail it.
I totally intend to. And of course I'm going to throw something fun and Christmas-y in there, for good measure.
But I think I might just have to drive it down to you instead. Because it would be so much easier for me to drive the 2.5 hours to your apartment and drop it off, with some Hershey's Kisses, than it would be to take my kids to the local Postal Office.
You've seen my kids. I think you can imagine why. It's very "Apocolypse Now."
So--whatcha doin' this weekend? Can I bring you your camera?