So last night I came home from work and as I opened my front door, a neatly folded dollar bill fluttered out from between the door and its frame. At first it freaked me the hell out. I thought it was some sort of trapped moth or freakishly huge flying bug. No. It was money.
I looked around suspiciously before picking it up and walking inside. Who the hell put that there?
Dragon was at work.
John Hamm was at her home, which is forty-five minutes away and who drives that far just to put a dollar bill in my door?
There is only one answer.
The doggy manicurist strikes again!!
If you don't remember that story, click here to read it, because that shit was crazy.
I wonder if they felt bad... and now they're trying to apologize via small amounts of money.
Is there more coming?
WHO IS DOING THIS TO ME AND WHY?!
I mean, don't get me wrong, having a strange little gift-giving manicurist lurking around is kind of fun, as long as it's not in that Season 1 of Dexter kind of way. I mean, I don't want to find out that I have a creepy serial killer hanging out, even if he is paying me and making Gio awkwardly beautiful (as if he needs help).
I will spend this dollar carefully. Don't worry, whoever you are, it will not just be thrown away at some drive-thru. No, no. I don't know what to spend it on yet, but I'm sure you'll let me know...