After my outlaw (what I call any former in-law) failed to meet up with me last night, he sent me the best email I’ve received this month. His nickname is “C-Murder,” thus his sign-off:
“I missed your call last night, after I failed to check my calendar during the day.
But that was before I got drunk in the back yard and passed out in the shed after dinner.
I hit my head on a stack of snow tires that don’t have any studs left. Except the one that lacerated my forehead.