Paper airplanes.
Sometimes I fold my thoughts into paper airplanes and launch them your way. They may look simple, sometimes brightly colored but you have to catch one and open it up to fully appreciate the undertaking. Take my neighbor for example, he is an undertaker. Mortician I suppose would be an official title, I myself would be mortified to have that on my resume unless I was undertaking to land a job in the Dearly Departed Biz. He also raises exotic birds, pygmy cattle, Llamas and a ton of sheep. The... Sign in to see full entry.