dear taqueria napkin,
you have been sitting on my kitchen table since the fourth of july. unwavering in your duty, you have a fine dried crust of salsa, rings and blotches of coffee, an errant strand of cat hair, and three ideas for new blog posts scribbled hastily before they could fly from my mind. i feel…like you know me. thank you for being there when i needed you. i have since transcribed the ideas elsewhere and, while i feel nostalgic about our history… i don’t feel bad about what i’m about to do…because you, you big guy, are biodegradable. and you will decompose for the rest of your days in a distant landfill knowing your life’s purpose has been fulfilled. thanks again, taqueria napkin.
love,
me
Thrifty Knee Socks 