Cleveland Amory once said that only men could be curmudgeons. Fine. I've set out to be a curmudgeonette.
I'm middle-aged, single, owned by a stubborn dog and so white bread all my clothes should say "Wonder." If it weren't for a few little quirks, I would be absolutely indistinguishable from other Midwestern females.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Dear Auntie Mallie and Uncle Jay
Thank you for the donuts. Mom didn't catch me eating them until the first one was half gone and the second one was one-quarter gone, and then she threw them out! Aren't donuts for eating?
2 comments:
Dear Little Miss,
Well of COURSE they are for eating. Isn't nearly everything in your world?
Auntie Sherri
Bank statements--YUM!
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