When we worked with special needs individuals for several years one of them often messed up our names. We were not Megann and Mitch. We were bacon and bitch. I think it fits except just the opposite. Mitch loves bacon and I am a really nice person . . . most of the time.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Dear debit card
Dear debit card,
Why are you so easy to carry around? Why are you so smooth and slick? Why do you allow me to take you to the craft store? Why?!
I think that we should no longer be friends. You have allowed me to buy things that my other friends wouldn't let me buy. You have no discretion in your life. You are a bad example. You are the definition of a bad friend. We really should part ways.
With much sadness,
Megann
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Do you mind writing to my credit card?
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