To Matt at 8:30 this morning:
OMG. I've been waiting since 5:50 this morning to text this to you. Last night I dreamed that I was visiting you in jail. I was in a large square room with other visitors- lots of kids. We were all waiting and there was some issue with someone else's kid where I managed to bring her under control, and then all the prisoners filed in, got on a stage and began performing this cabaret which it turned out that you directed. (Not a surprise). I watched you and the other prisoners singing and dancing on stage and all I could honk about was how great your hair looked and how you should continue to use the prison shampoo when you got out.
(This text was too long to capture in a single sreen shot so I copied and pasted)
and finally To Evan, who is totally rocking his new legit university