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Evidently it isn’t enough that I have to suffer through valentines-as-paper-airplanes.
My father-in-law sent this little gem along today, explaining that I have this kind of thing to look forward to, also.
I’ve stopped laughing just long enough to post this priceless piece of the past.
Since it is SO funny and SO completely without irony, I don’t think you need much editorial from me on this note, written by my clearly desperate-for-a-car husband, circa 1985.
In case you didn’t know just how smokin’ hot the Opel Manta really is.
And my husband says to any of his offspring that might someday be reading this, “it didn’t work for me, and it won’t work for you.”
You have a salubrious day now.