As the official mail recipient of my office, I sort all the junk and snag all the fun stuff that was sent to former employees. Today I swiped a postcard with the image of a human brain slathered in drippy, Barbie-pink paint. It makes me feel happy and giggly and now I have it resting in a frame next to my phone.
I'm not sure what this means.
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It means you and Greg need to come out to our house for dinner.
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