I Have The Best Friends. And By Best, I Mean Snarkiest.

You know that snarky card I posted about yesterday? I think I hit a nerve.

Y’all get it, don’t you?

Is it not sad that as women the most universal things we can relate on are generally the most unfortunate?

So many of you want that card.

Are you for real??  I mean, there’s plenty of time still.  I’m not sure what the cashier might think of me buying multiple copies of that one card, but if you want one, I’ll go get one and mail it to you.

I will.  I’ll do it.

I don’t care what people think about me.  And I have the anonymous blog to prove it.  Heh.

Look at what Heidi made for me. Heidi is brilliant.  Heidi is clever and funny and thoughtful and …. suddenly intimidating, so don’t go read her blog, ‘kay?  I’m afraid I won’t get you back.

Remember how I was lamenting that there needs to be a card that just says, “Happy Mother’s Day. I love you.”?

Well, here it is.  (With a little snarky-Heidi twist.)

Who agrees that Heidi should go into the greeting card industry?

(Heidi might need an artist partner though.  She stole the owl image from somewhere, but since she admitted it and isn’t making any money off of it, we are going to pardon her.)

Yeah. I can’t send this card. Let’s just face it.  Some things will always be an unfortunate reality.

Unfortunate realities, however?  Make for great comedy on an anonymous blog.