peter's "baby" is growing up.

Me: Hey Peter, thanks for the email. I got my registration and inspection taken care of.

Peter: My baby is growing up!

Me: Peter, I'm almost twenty-five.

Peter: You've got to be kidding me.

Me: How can you NOT KNOW how old I am?

Peter: Get a job.

peter checks on me.

Peter sent me a text message last night, asking me if I was home. Then he sent me another text message, asking me if I was alright. Kind of confused, I said "yeah, Peter, I'm fine. What's up?"

His response at 9:49 p.m.:

"I left in my car a while ago and when I got back for some reason your mom said she was happy I went to check on you. I didn't want to tell her that I just went to get beer."

peter's blueprints

The latest addition to the compound is a pond designed by Peter.




Pretty awesome, right?
After emailing a few pictures of his new pond, some of Peter's friends were so impressed that they asked him for the blueprints.

Peter's blueprints:



No bullshit, guys. I was there the morning he drew this.
My favorite part is the smiling sun.

real helpful, peter.

“Peter, I’m coming over. We need to book my flights.”
“Don’t f*ck with me right now, I’m busy.”
“Bullshit, it’s Saturday, what are you busy with?”
“I’m helping the guys lay the tile! Call me later!”

Knowing he really wasn’t busy, I went to his house.





Real helpful, Peter.

peter's lucky hairbrush

Peter: We have a serious problem.

Me: Is this about your phone?

Peter: No, your son lost my lucky hairbrush.

Me: Since when do you have a lucky hairbrush?

Peter: Your son lost my lucky hairbrush.

Me: Peter, what makes this hairbrush so lucky?

Peter: It doesn't matter what makes it lucky! What matters is what it makes lucky!

Me: Well... (Peter cuts me off)

Peter: Lucky hairbrush. Find it.