Faith is believing in something when common sense tells you not to.
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Madelyn's Christmas party. It was Erica who spiked the punch with too much vodka. I can't help it if I drank sixteen glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like patchouli.
I thought it was funny when I put Hannah's slip on my head and danced the waltz on the kitchen counter while singing `Swandive'. I didn't mean to break Madelyn's mp3 player and don't know why Madelyn would sue me for shoplifting.
I don't remember calling Phil's wife a fat cow---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and orange lipstick!
And when I threw up on Pam's husband's leg, it was only because I ate too much of that cookie.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my taxi through my neighbor's living room. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a cross cat and have me arrested for indecent exposure!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all clutzy and drunk. And I'm really not to blame for any of this happy stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and woefully yours,
Aimee (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only six bucks!
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Madelyn's Christmas party. It was Erica who spiked the punch with too much vodka. I can't help it if I drank sixteen glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like patchouli.
I thought it was funny when I put Hannah's slip on my head and danced the waltz on the kitchen counter while singing `Swandive'. I didn't mean to break Madelyn's mp3 player and don't know why Madelyn would sue me for shoplifting.
I don't remember calling Phil's wife a fat cow---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and orange lipstick!
And when I threw up on Pam's husband's leg, it was only because I ate too much of that cookie.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my taxi through my neighbor's living room. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a cross cat and have me arrested for indecent exposure!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all clutzy and drunk. And I'm really not to blame for any of this happy stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and woefully yours,
Aimee (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only six bucks!