TRQ found a couple of boxes full of my old papers, which she delivered to my house last week. Most of what I found inside of them is worthless. Who needs my class notes for Anthropology 101?
I did find an old "autograph" book I kept in the fifth and sixth grades. Autograph books were full of blank pages for friends to write things on--sort of like yearbooks but without the photos. Anyway, I apparently let my brothers write in it. Here's what they said:
I love you. You are my funist sister. I think you are a good skier.
What I love about this is that I am John's ONLY sister. So the competition for "funist" wasn't fierce. But the sentiment is nice anyway. The next bit is from my brother Jimmy.
I love you. You are a pretty girl. You are the best junior high writer. I hope you grow up to be a model. You're too pretty to be a dancer. Here's a joke. Do you want to hear a dirty joke? The pig fell in the mud. Do you want to hear a clean joke? The pig took a bath. Here's another joke. "Say Captain." "Captain." "Crunch." Here's another one: Why did the guy salute the fridge? Because it was General Electric. Your loving brother Jimmy.
There are SO many things I love about this, including the fact that it's in my handwriting, so either I was taking dictation OR making all of it up. I also like the way Jimmy had standup material before the age of 6.
To this day he's still my favorite comic.