Today he hopped out of T-Hoe to pick up the mail. A chore I will be doing myself FOREVER after 8 more days.
"Something from the OU Board of Regents. Something from Capitol One for #1. Something for Dad from P & O something, and a catalog for you. Oh. They're having a BOGO blowout on bras."
"Huh. That's good. I need a couple. The favorite I wear around the house is wearing out--"
"NO! I don't want to HEAR this!"
"Oh, come on. YOU brought it up! My favorite is wearing out. The elastic gets all crumbly after awhile, and shifts around in the sides and back until it forms blobs. So if you hug me, don't worry that I have a tumor or anything. It's just the elastic congealed in the back of my bra..."
I hope his roommate isn't too frightened when The Pony wakes up screaming.