Thanks For Nothing
It’s my own fault. I told Mr. Fabulous and Avitable that I did indeed want them to send me their very special post cards. I knew exactly what I was doing and was willing to accept any fall out.
I had no idea that because of these post cards that the mail man would start winking at me and touching himself when he saw me or that our neighbors would pull their children away from me when they saw me.
I must say I really wasn’t expecting notes to be left on my car saying “we don’t want your kind around here” or eggs thrown at my front door. Ok, so I wasn’t surprised there were some notes left with phone numbers to call them but then it was from Billy down the street who hasn’t been the same since he was hit with lightning.
So, here is a big thanks to the men who are the reason for the petition to have us run out of our little town…I hope you guys have an extra room for us to stay. Remember, we come with cats.
You guys are the best :flipa: