While I was hard at work trying to convince the masses they REALLY needed a new living room group, the mailman was delivering a package on my front porch. Sent by my good friend Kelly, it consisted of Trot Nixon's autograph, a signed Trot Nixon baseball, and a hilarious letter from Kelly, complete with a picture of the Original Dirt Dog laughing at a picture of my Trot dressed up like a girl.
I have no idea what he thought about some demented 3 year old cross dressing child that bears his name, and thanks to Kelly printing off a copy of my post where Rakes called 911 and Trot practically begged the officer to lock him up, a child whose apparent greatest wish is to go to the Big House. All I know is I'm really grateful she took the time to think about us.
A huge assist goes to Cyn for snapping the picture and keeping it a secret, even though we'd texted each other after the fact and before today. Cyn, remind me to contact you first the next time I've committed a crime; I honestly believe you'd do hard time than rat me out. ;)
Finally, even though he doesn't really understand the awesomeness of it all just yet, Trot was STILL a pretty happy guy after I explained what came in the mail.
Either that or he's got some really wicked awesome gas.
It could go either way.