For your three your old, the green beans and chicken fingers would go absolutely perfectly with a “….NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” while kicking the table and crying hysterically.
For your six year old, a pouting face, a look of absolute hatred, death, loathing and never ending spite would pair delightfully with a vegetable pot pie.
And for your thirteen year old, just being in public pairs in just the most divine manner with … anything.
Oh … Oh I see. For the adults. You want to know WINE, W-I-N-E. I see. Well, I don’t know. I don’t even work here.
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The text of the postcard is
Dear Ellen,
I think if I was a quarterback in the NFL before hiking the ball I would yell for an audible if necessary, but I would also yell, “run toward me if you need a hug, hug city right here, hug city, hug city, set … HIKE!”
And then after the play I’d say to the defensive guys, “boy you guys really wanted hugs, huh?” and I bet, looking deep into the eyes of the middle line backer, I would be able to see he both wanted to tackle me AND wanted a hug.
Sincerely,
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