It was so good to hear from you. We know you've been pretty distracted, what with going bankrupt and being swallowed up by JPMorgan Chase and all--and yet you found time to send us an invitation to use some special checks to max out our new $6K line of credit. Please don't get me wrong: we appreciate your thinking of us in such a difficult time. It's just that, you see, we finally got completely out of debt. Yep, we don't owe you or anyone else a dime! (It's exhilarating!) I wish you could celebrate with us; I'm sure you would if you weren't so awfully preoccupied. I suppose you miss us. Truth is, WaMu: we don't miss you, and we'll be passing on that generous offer. Have fun with your new overlords owners.
Regards,
Sharon
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Dear WaMu
Posted by Sharon at 9:39 PM 1 comments
Thursday, September 25, 2008
From me, to me
Dearest Sharon,
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for putting that Dove bar back on the shelf this morning. You know how hard we work! Remember: the holidays are coming.
Fondly,
Sharon
Posted by Sharon at 9:21 AM 1 comments
Monday, September 15, 2008
Greetings from Plate Jungle
That's my new name, or the moniker I 'd carry if my last name were Palin, according to the Sarah Palin Name Generator. A much-needed moment of levity in the most contentious presidential campaign in my lifetime (Harry Truman was in the White House when I was born).
Well, at least I'm not Zipper Window or Freestyle Blitz.
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Saturday, September 13, 2008
The other men in my life
Christian AKA BooBoo AKA Papas:
and his little sidekick Jeremy AKA Munchkin AKA Munchie:
And that's what's been keeping me occupied!
Shout out to Alina who made them possible. ;)
Posted by Sharon at 10:41 AM 1 comments
Friday, September 12, 2008
Honda brinka revelation
Our daughter's lovely tricked-out Accord, the one she proudly negotiated herself and still had 4 years of payments on, was stolen from out front of her apartment, used in two crimes, and reduced to an ashy, black carcass to remove the evidence. Good news: the babies' car seats were not in it at the time, and Triple-A paid for junking the rubble. Further good news: Daughter Dear now understands why her stodgy parents advised her not to buy the number one stolen vehicle in America, and is now looking for a used midsize SUV.
But I'm not saying anything.
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