So Alex visited this weekend. We skied, ate a birthday cake, saw "No Country For Old Men," and then we did something we've never done before. It went something like this:
Alex: Man, my cuticles are really bad.
Me: Oh, yeah, sorry I don't have anything for that.
Alex: Do you want to get manicures?
Me: Do you?
Me: Uh... alright.
Alex: Do you know any places?
Me: No... I've never had a manicure before.
Alex: REALLY? I got one in Iraq.
So, he was fighting in a war, but he made sure his nail beds were clean and tidy while loading his AK-47.
God Bless America.
- ▼ February (10)