After that sad, sad Penn State game (or, an exhilarating, exhilarating game, if you’re an OSU fan), I thought I’d post a little happiness while my shredded voice recovers. Enjoy my dorky envelope designs. I do not– I repeat, I do not– decorate every letter I send John. Above are just my favorites from a doodling kick I was on a few weeks ago.


Crying Over Spilled Beer
I knew deployment would be tough. But no one told me I’d find myself in my living room crying over a 30-second Sam Adams commercial.









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