Friday, 21 November 2008
I've been to the post office probably three times in the past couple weeks, and the lady who always helps me makes it a point to tell me how much I look like her son. So yesterday, I demanded a picture of said son. She left for a minute and came back with a photo. In the photo was a 20-something guy who looked straight out of an Abercrombie catalog with his arm around Lance Bass. I couldn't help myself and laughed extremely hard while trying to say something to the effect of, "Yeah, I can see it."