I loved Sesame Street. Remember when Cookie Monster and the letter of the day? Greatest part of my morning routine. Mostly I loved how the letter popped up in the episode in the most unusual places. It was inspiring, to say the very least.
Not only did I learn my letters, but I developed a love for the letter E because E is for Erin, it's good enough for me, Erin. Erin. Erin. Erin...
I digress. That wasn't the secret.
This is. My secret is:
I mark my territory.
1. I shaved an E into my Dad's golden retriever. Down to the skin, the marking spanned the dog's entire back. It was awesome for about 60 seconds. Then Dad yelled my name from the opposite side of the house, and well the awesomeness was not so much.
2. When my parents forced me to mow the lawn, which I loathed, I mowed all but a massive 4 foot E in the middle of the lawn. That'll teach them! (I don't think they got the message because they kept having me mow the dang lawn.)
3. There may or may not be public city property that contains my initials, carved deeply in the surface. I'm not admitting to anything here people. I'm just saying.
4. (This is my last admission. Please don't share this with my Mom, lest I be grounded)
My high school principal's name was Eris. She had the loveliest notepad shaped in the letter E. Feeling a bit clandestine, I once snuck into her office and stole part of the pad of paper. I was weak. I left E notes all over my friend's lockers. I still have one piece left.
So basically the moral of the story is this, if I've been to your house, your car, or maybe even your workplace, there could be an E in the most unlikely places. (Insert laugh of pure evilness).