When I was a kid my mom had a cork- board hanging near the telephone that all of us kids loved to carve into with pens. I was nervous about getting busted, so I always carved my older brother’s name (Bobby) or things I thought my brothers would say. Seeing as Bob was 13 and I was 6 I’m really not sure who I thought I was kidding with that handwriting.
I actually got busted with for some graffiti last summer in my apartment. While we were watching a parade out the window Ben discovered the phrase “Joanna is pretty great” carved into the outside of the windowsill, a few weeks old. I like that not only did I write about myself on the windowsill, but I also decided to put a modifier to make sure nobody made a mistake and thought I was great, just pretty great.
