In my dream last night, I complained to Scott, “I send greeting cards to my friends all the time, and no one ever sends me any. That’s it. I’m not sending Jen my usual card for when it’s time to color her hair.”
Can you imagine such a card? I’m not sure whether it’s a reminder (“A little bird flying overhead told me it’s touch-up time!”) or congratulatory (“Hooray! You’re not letting yourself go!”). I think I need to come up with more cards like this. I could start a line! My mom would buy them all.
My calendar says it’s time for someone's pap smear!
Saying “Those frames aren’t doing a thing for your face” is my way of saying I care.
Congratulations on paying your bills on time (I hope)!
Come on, give me more. Together we can start a passive-aggressive greeting-card empire.