Friday, November 7, 2008

I really wasn't alive in the seventies, I swear

The Servants are going on retreat this weekend, and the sister who is organizing things left a note on everyone's door a few days ago telling them to not forget to bring a towel.

This afternoon, as I am packing, I see the note (which I moved to the inside of my door) and think, She sounds like Ford Prefect with all this insistence on having your towel.

Yes, my dad completely ruined me by letting me read his books.

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