Dear Absent-Mindedly Charming Kleinheider,
I know we have our disagreements. You are wrong about everything and I am insufferable about pointing it out. If I were a proper lady, I would just let it go and stop reading you. You probably wish I would.
But, every once in a while you write something so quirky and endearing and just so you, that I am unable to give you up.
Today, that thing is
B-Mo notes on Nashville’s Metroblog that our interstate system is fifty. Indeed it is. And America hasn’t been the same since. I don’t mean that in a good way. [Emphasis mine.]
“I don’t mean that in a good way.” Of course you don’t.
Darling, if any sentence has ever summed you up so completely, I just don’t know what it is. I’m sorry. I just find this so charming I about want to come over there and give you a squeeze.
Your Aunt B.