Have you ever gotten a crazy Christmas
letter? You know the kind, with the family updates that make you feel
like pond scum. I normally love Christmas letters (real ones that
aren't there to serve us lesser beings with a reason to be depressed).
But the other day, Miss Priss graced us with a gift that she left in the
EXACT spot where the trash had been!
Anyway, she'd attached a Christmas
letter to some cookies. The paper practically shone because she'd
gloated TOO MUCH! That woman is mean, but in such a nice way. We
didn't eat the cookies she left, since I was terrified they either had
laxatives or Viagra in them.