If I were married to this jerk I’d probably be divorced. Also there is no mention of children — I think this should have been an anniversary card instead of a Father’s Day card. Sends out some real Mad Men vibes.
At some point in my late teens I decided to collect napkins. Here are a few — warning, some have pretty dumb, bordering on offensive humor.
I’m just glad I can toss these.
These were all from a bar called Clyde’s in Hazelhurst, Wisconsin. I obtained them July 1975
This seems to be a series of unrelated jokes.
I sent this note to a friend today, but wanted to share it here. It was her description of how her Roomba was such a convenient way to keep the floors swept that gave Dean the idea that he might like one. I gave him one for Christmas that he ignored for a couple of months until our friend reminded him how much she liked hers. I’ve created a monster.
From: Dona
To: xxxxxxxxx@xxxxx.xxx
Subject: I take back my gratitude about Dean liking the Roomba
Dear: Xxxxxx
We have a problem. Dean vacuums the floors far too often. Not only that, he caters to the little fellow a little too much for my liking. (I have heard him chit-chatting with it on more than one occasion.)
For example, he places heavy furniture on other furniture so Roomba can move around easier (see Exhibits A through E below. Not pictured: armchair, floor lamp and clothes rack on bed).
In addition, I saved some Styrofoam packing material to place under the front of the fridge so Roomba wouldn’t get stuck, but Dean has yet to use it and the little fella (Roomba, not Dean) gets stuck under the fridge (see Exhibit F below) on a regular basis and cries for help, but Dean is never within hearing range when this happens so I am forced to rescue it.
I write, seeking your expert advice. Should the Roomba go, or the Husband (or both)? I have already purchased an analog device (a broom) for sweeping the floors.
Sincerely,
Sick and tired of saving the Roomba and having nowhere to sit.
Clutch Cargo Lips 