This little card came in the mail, addressed to our oldest son (who, until the youngest came along, was the most accident-prone kid on the planet). It's hard to tell what the message is here:
"We Want You Back"?
" Thanks for Funding our Trauma Center with Your Blood, Dad's Sweat, and Mom's Tears"?
At any rate, I thought it was kooky, weird, and kind of sick to get this announcement/invitation? in the mail.
As for our RSVP: No, thanks. One pulmonary contusion was enough to make me appreciate this place, thank you very much.
1 comment:
Hmmmm. No thanks, is right!
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