Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Edna: Margie, I'm a little worried about our Christmas card list. We've got a long list of friends and family who usually get a card from us, but I don't think we can afford to buy that many brand-new Christmas cards this year. What should we do?
Margie: Let me study on that. Well, we could take the ones we've gotten over the years and erase all the signatures then resend. I guess that's called recycling.
Edna: You'd best think a little harder, because all those signatures are in ink. If we can't afford to buy Christmas cards, we surely can't afford a dozen bottles of white-out.
How about this: we take our old Christmas cards and cut them in half. Nobody writes on the inside front cover anyway, leaving us plenty of room for a message. We could mail them as post cards!
Margie: That sounds like my idea. I think Grandma used to do that so I don't see why we can't.
Edna, where will I put this picture of me and my Margiedales? I want everybody to get one.
Edna: That's NOT your idea, you glory hog. It's a better idea, actually. As for your Margiedales...well, you can just send those on your own. I don't want my name on any of those pictures, thank you very much.
Margie: Your name will never be on anything that belongs to me, sister. Go get your own men. You can buy the stamps to mail the cards too.
Edna: And you can kiss my wrinkled tushie. Those cards are from both of us, you freeloader, so we're going halfsies on the postage.
Now, you go dig out our box of old Christmas cards and I'll head on down to the post office. Have your coin purse ready, I'll expect you to pony up your share for the stamps as soon as I get back.
Margie: You're in luck, sister. Taylor Swift just paid me for a video of the Margiedales. Eat your heart out.
Edna: Oh Lord, folks, she's gone delusional again. Margie, dear, maybe it's time you went to your room for a little rest. I'll get you some warm milk and your pills.