hey, remember how, that one time, my mum and i went to denmark? and how prior to going to denmark there was all this hubub about how once we were there we were going to have to wear these world famous t-shirts from this mississippi department store so we could have our photograph printed in the tupelo newspaper, thus making my grandparents burst with pride?
and how once we got to denmark and opened the bags, we discovered those world famous t-shirts were the ugliest things in the whole wide world- so unflattering, in fact, that we did not even wear them in denmark but, rather, stole away to sweden, where we had our photograph taken by canadian tourists as we stood on the top of an overlook wearing world-famous neon blue extra-extra-large t-shirts?
and remember how that photograph, mercifully blurred and in black and white, appeared on page 5A of the tupelo journal of 17 november 2010? whereupon we all laughed and exclaimed: haha, that was funny. thank god its over...
last week, i received an email from joe. like most emails from joe, this email was super confusing and contained a convoluted stream-of-consciousness juxtaposing some business about the reed's t-shirt with the installation of a new heart monitoring device. my thoughts went straight to the heart monitoring device. i overlooked the reed's business altogether.
so i was entirely unprepared when, three days later, i called my grandparents and burvil told me they'd seen "our" reed's commercial again. i asked for clarification and got it.
debo and i and that dreadful picture- this time in glorious full-color- are the lead still in the reed's commercial that is currently airing at the top of the 6 o'clock nightly news. awesome.