Ahem. More voting, please. In particular, more voting for the one I want. Not that the results are in any way binding. Heh, binding.
I thought you might want to hear more about the cleaning process from last weekend. I am thoughtful in that way. Some in my family have called me a pack rat. I do have some key math tests from first grade and a 1994 Epcot Center Passport to Fun that might come in handy, but I wouldn't call myself a hoarder, exactly. I would call Aaron a hoarder. Witness some moments from the weekend:
Kate: I'm using some of the t-shirts I don't wear but that I don't want to get rid of to wrap up dishes and put them in this box. So far I've only managed to pick one that I don't need to keep, but at least that's something. See? holds up t-shirt
Aaron: Oh, that's a cool t-shirt.
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Kate: We don't really need these Maid of the Mist shoes, right? Or these flip flops from Princeton reunions?
Aaron: You do what you want with your own flip flops.
Note -- Aaron has a (large) bin in the attic containing virtually every pair of shoes he has ever owned.
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Kate: Wow, I had a couple of boxes full of clothes in the attic. I really don't need all this stuff. points to pile of old pants
Aaron: Oh, those are cute jeans. You're getting rid of those?
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Also note that he still has some of his dreadlocks (removed from his head circa 1996), as do many friends and family members.
First of all, Dylan should just be herself for Halloween. We all know she is a little monkey. Secondly, why were we never given any of Aaron's dreadlocks? Mother and Father Eisenberg
ReplyDeleteYou were never given his dreadlocks because we like you too much - and because you have a typical sense of smell. Those of us who lived with the dreaded Aaron have lost our sense of smell and don’t mind having them around.
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