I know you were upset with me for getting my nose re-pierced last week. I remember how you, Dad, and I fought like cats and dogs when I came home from Italy with it pierced, because y’all had spent so much money while I was in high school fixing the hole that Rhinocort had put in my septum, and here I went off and put another hole in my nose. But with 30 rapidly approaching, I knew that if I wanted to get it pierced again I’d have to do it now, before I got too old for such shenanigans. I did feel bad about it. Just not bad enough.
Anyway, I just though you’d want to know that mother nature’s got your back, and I know…you told me so.