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I think I have found my next career after my body gives out from being a line cook (which could be as early as next week. Who knows?)
I am going to write greeting cards! Yes, way to put that English degree to use!
I went shopping for supplies for our dinner tomorrow, our anniversary lunch (16th), and brunch on Monday....and realized I didn't get Kent a card. (It's a bigger deal to me than him, honestly. But, still...) I rushed over to the card section and....bleh.
There WAS one I thought about altering. The front read "When I met you, God whispered to me" which I would have finished with "Run." And I would have written "But aren't you lucky I didn't listen?" Neither of us are the treacly sort, so he would have loved it.
But I am NOT paying $7.99 for something that will eventually end up stuck in a drawer. Espescially when I have to alter it to our particular level of romantic snark.
So I came home, broke out some heavy paper, my good colored pencils and a few Sharpies and wrote the following, which ensures my place as the next Poet Laureate:
"Roses are red
Violets are blue (okay, they're actually purple. Humor me).
Hallmark's fucking expensive
so I made this card for you."
I TOTALLY have a career in this.
I am going to write greeting cards! Yes, way to put that English degree to use!
I went shopping for supplies for our dinner tomorrow, our anniversary lunch (16th), and brunch on Monday....and realized I didn't get Kent a card. (It's a bigger deal to me than him, honestly. But, still...) I rushed over to the card section and....bleh.
There WAS one I thought about altering. The front read "When I met you, God whispered to me" which I would have finished with "Run." And I would have written "But aren't you lucky I didn't listen?" Neither of us are the treacly sort, so he would have loved it.
But I am NOT paying $7.99 for something that will eventually end up stuck in a drawer. Espescially when I have to alter it to our particular level of romantic snark.
So I came home, broke out some heavy paper, my good colored pencils and a few Sharpies and wrote the following, which ensures my place as the next Poet Laureate:
"Roses are red
Violets are blue (okay, they're actually purple. Humor me).
Hallmark's fucking expensive
so I made this card for you."
I TOTALLY have a career in this.