Giddy up cowboy
Found the envelope on the right in my mail today. Unfortunately, my application was rejected. Said I wasn’t Brokeback material. Boo-hoo. And I really wanted the commemorative rope and chaps!
Actually, it’s just another funny letter from my buddy Pete. He had to mail me his registration card so I could pick up his race packet for the River Run. Usually, the return address has something to do with STD Testing Results or some other sophomoric joke. Not sure what the mailman thinks about our house. At least we don’t get magazines and packages in the anonymous brown wrapping paper.