Everyone needs an editor:

I went to my parents’ house the other night, and I think I’ve determined what will eventually do them in: post-it notes. They’re everywhere. I found it especially amusing that my mother has the home phone numbers of our city’s indie rock elite on post-it notes by the kitchen phone. (One is my brother’s guitar teacher, one is my next door neighbor, and one is a guy whose car I hit last summer).

After they fell asleep, I edited some of their kitchen post-it notes for humor content. For instance, the note over the toaster oven now reads: UNPRUG PREASE.

I wonder if they’ll even notice.