My sister-in-law Mandy and I were hanging out the day before Thanksgiving. I left her in the car with Charlie while I ran into the store to grab something really fast. When I came back, there was a sea of Post-Its decorating the interior of my car.
(Please pardon the poor quality of these photos.)
On the driver's side door:
On the steering wheel:
"Was it fun in there?"
On the dash:
"It's a little windy out there"
On the rearview mirror:
"That's Chuckles back there. He totally wrote all of these notes."
On the top of Charlie's car seat:
"Mandy tried to stop him. I mean me."
On the gear shift thingie:
"Make sure you choose R not D."
On my CDs:
"Stop licking your CDs. People will think you're a Twitard." [I may or may not have been licking my CDs earlier that day. Long story.]
On my drink:
"Ash (sic) [meaning our cat Woogas who loves to steal straws from people's drinks] wants your straw."
On my little mushroom hanging from the rearview mirror:
"I like your mushroom."
Obviously, given our penchant for silliness and mutual love for Post-Its, Mandy and I get along very well.