Wednesday, June 4, 2008

When You Care Enough To Send The Very Best

Why do I have to go to the bathroom every time I enter a Hallmark store? My legs immediately begin jiggling before I even have the first card off the shelf. I'm like Pavlov's dog and greeting cards are my bell. But instead of being rewarded with a giant steak, I get an overwhelming desire to lift my leg in the birthday card aisle.

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