Monday, December 8, 2008

Bring on the fanny packs, I think I just hit tacky and classless.

Walt requested that I honor his birthday in some way, presumably with a phone call or card. I did that. Except last week he apparently told the only two people in the in the area who were speaking to me on a semi-regular basis that I no longer required their acquaintance and they listened. This brings the "friends with in a four hour drive" count to a whopping 0. I also finally went to the dermatologist and was prescribed multiple creams that have, so far, only succeeded in make it look like my chin spent a week in Tahiti without packing sunscreen. Compounding this, not only have I not heard back from the therapist my mom suggested I make an appointment with, I'm also now being ignored my the nursing home at which I volunteered to be a reader. To recap:

1. Net loss of friends thanks to my exceedingly helpful ex-boyfriend.
2. face actively rejecting top layer of skin
3. Denied by both medical professionals and old people.

Owning to this most spectacularly shitty week and half I was not feeling particularly honorable, I sent Walt this:

http://www.someecards.com/viewcard/fc76abfbfd3a8d1e090c6239e169bb29


And I'm done.

2 comments:

Laurel said...

Best. Birthday card. Ever.

And fanny packs are the most tacky and classless things known to man. Ever.

wondermart said...

I'd like to see more fanny packs in high fashion.