This is the usual, time-honored resupply request—written with respect, mild desperation, and a realistic assessment of wear and tear.
First order of business: Zenith shorts in Rhodesian brushstroke. The khaki pair has lived a full life. They’ve crossed rivers, survived poor decisions, and now resemble something archaeologists would carbon-date. It’s time. While we’re at it, a fresh stack of Outrider tees would keep the rotation honest and prevent the continued use of shirts that should’ve been retired with full military honors.
Next: storage. Specifically, an FE Safari medicine cabinet—the kind meant not for pills, but for medicinal booze. Every proper domicile needs a dedicated place for remedies, tonics, and the occasional cure-all poured neat. While the Schoby continues to be abused properly for deer, elk, ducks, and any travel that involves questionable planning, the home deserves something more permanent.
What’s needed? Is a tented safari camp–style booze cabinet. Something with canvas-and-wood energy. Capacity for 10–20 bottles, minimum. Enough glassware that anyone gathered around the fire pit can fix themselves a proper bush remedy without asking permission or rinsing out a coffee mug. Practical. Teddy Roosevelt-esque. Slightly irresponsible.
That’s it. No rush. Just putting it into the universe and hoping it lands where good decisions are occasionally made.
Much love,
you absolute cunts