Please stop sending me thank you cards. The gifts I give at showers are just awful, and they do not deserve a card. Plus, writing my own thank you cards is such a mind numbing and painful experience for me that it actually gives me hives. Please, please don’t feel the need to thank me. If I actually give a decent present, I insist on hugs and tears in the corners of the receiver’s eyes. Just no more thank you cards.
Moi.
PS. I have been informed that my blog is dull and if I blogged more like my brother it would better entertain certain members of my family. Now, my brother spends his workday developing top-secret technology as an engineer. I spend my workday laying on the floor of my living room telling WonderToddler to get her finger outta there and STOP IT. Obviously, I am in need of new material. Thoughts? Inspiration? Rotten tomatoes?
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