Tuesday, September 4, 2007


Dear Dane,
Remember how when I first moved to Provo you put cookies in the pockets of my pants? A few days later I put them on and was pleasantly surprised to find my pants prepacked with treats. Unfortunately the cookies were very stale and my pockets had lots of crumbs. I returned the favor by putting some cookies in your bags and jacket, which of course, you didn't find for a few months. That was kind of funny, but especially cause it was Carter who had originally put the cookies in my pockets.


Nelson said...

no one puts cookies in my pockets

Meredith said...

I loved this so much.