He is so cute
For months my dad has been teasing me about the mail I get for Matt and Melilot Brandybuck. In all the big snowstorms he would ask me why Matt wasn't around to help and tell me I needed to get on him about helping. And of course there's weekly razzing that I need to hurry up and find him.
Today we were watching some Red Bull aerial thing where the pilots are racing and defying death and all that. Some guy named Matt won, and I told my dad that that is definitely not my Matt, because I'm not about to marry someone who does something so stupid.
"That's good. You need to find this Matt of yours."
"Maybe I will in Scotland."
"I hate Matt."
Today we were watching some Red Bull aerial thing where the pilots are racing and defying death and all that. Some guy named Matt won, and I told my dad that that is definitely not my Matt, because I'm not about to marry someone who does something so stupid.
"That's good. You need to find this Matt of yours."
"Maybe I will in Scotland."
"I hate Matt."

3 Comments:
Maybe Scottish Matt will want to move here
But American Melilot would want to move there.
I love this conversation! I’m all for you moving to Scotland because I loved it there and I’d want to come visit you—and there’s be a chance that you’d serve American food there because Scottish food is gross.
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