The Great Post-It Note Debacle

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:



"Hi Leslie"


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.