Joseph is still in bed, not ready to get up and dressed. He says sleepily, “I’m not that kinda trash guy.” (What?) “I was taking out the recycling and a yucky soda bottle fell out and I picked it up and put it back in. Cause I’m not that kind of guy. I’m not the kind of guy who would leave trash. I pick it up if it’s on the ground. I’m that kind of guy.”
I’m thinking he is happy with himself! Date: Wed, 10 Dec 2014 11:01:54 +0000 To: quiltandtea@live.com
Haha, just a bit!