Me and my Mom
The cool thing about the people that you're close to is the shorthand language you've got.
My brother used to sing in a bar while in med school. One song was about this singer in a bar that loved a waitress named Rachel who wanted to move to LA. The guy didn't know what to say, so he just said, if you find me one, I'd love a picture of the California sun.
For years my bro said he'd move to LA. Always joked that if he ever did, I'd want a postcard from LA. Then one day he just up and left with two suitcases and a guitar. Spur of the moment thing. Poof.
Week or so later, got a postcard with a picture of the California sun and not much else. Didn't need much else. I remember that I sat down on my striped sofa and cleared my throat. Then I cleared a place for it on my fridge.
Somewhere through the years, lost it. Stupid roommates.
S'ok though - lookee what I got today:
Music: something always comes up something always makes her stay
YASYCTAI: Send someone a nice picture. If y'got time, send me one too. (1 mins/0.5 pts)