I love getting Christmas cards, and I save most of them in a bin in the garage. I do this knowing that one day, a van will pull up and the driver will say, “Get ready, old woman, we’re putting you in Shady Pines.”
I fantasize that I’ll have a chance to go through the card bins first and say, “Who the hell are these people?” Much like what happens when people send me Friend requests on Facebook now.
It happens to me all the time. Usually they’re people I’ve slept with.
*joke*
HA HA!
I love it! 🙂 I’m going to be that sort of crazy old woman I’m sure.
Carded
Well, the third one there on the second row is the second cousin of the mail carrier’s ex boyfriend’s dog’s previous owner’s third child twice removed and placed in a home for really really smart people.
Becky, You just made my evening 🙂 … I am and always will read your Journal … just don’t always comment …
It’s always nice to know someone’s reading. And I understand. I find myself commenting less on the blogs/journals I read, but I can’t imagine not reading them and keeping up.
Thanks!