Oh, the Irony

I got a package from my Dad today.  In it, there was a tupperware container I'd left at their house, a lump of silly putty, and a pair of Jake's socks.  And a George Mason sweatshirt.

Growing up, I used to steal my dad's clothes.  It drove him nuts.  And one of my favorites was an old, ratty GMU sweatshirt.  Ironic, because I swore I would NEVER go to George Mason.  No way.  No how.

Which itself is pretty ironic.  Since guess what I have tucked away in our file box...  my George Mason diploma.

Thanks, Dad!  I love my new sweatshirt!

Oh, and if you decide to get one for yourself, I'll have to try it out.  I might want that one, too...