I was padding around the house barefoot and half-conscious getting ready to go to work. My dad came into the room, shaking a bundle of papers.
"Katie! Why is your phone bill Fifty Three Pages?!"
--"Huh? What are you talking about? Give me my mail! Stop opening my mail!"
"I thought it was our home phone, but still... 53 pages?!"
(forgive the size and quality. I took it with the iPhone because my camera was either stolen from me or I lost it.)
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