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Originally posted by Captain
I grew up with my bedroom window overlooking a cemetary. I have some stories to tell.
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Oh that's nothing. The family business growing up (in which I participated) was the sale of gravestones (though we always used "monuments" -- more appealing). Grandpa's front lawn (combo home/business) was covered in sample headstones and we kids all played hide and seek behind them (Halloween was special because we did that, except we wore wax fangs that turned into very tasteless vaguely mint gum after a while). They were even engraved with fake last names and birth/death dates so customers could see the different types of lettering. Nothing outable here!
Okay, so here I am for my now thrice yearly plea for help. Vietbabe, in a stupor caused by sugar and lack of nap, drunkenly tore into her birthday presents in a flash while I went to grab the remains of the Dora cake outside. Now....I have no idea who gave what (for about 1/2 the people and there were a lot). I could guess for some; others I have no idea (though I'd like to kill the person who gave a 3 year old a "princess castle makeup kit" complete with purple eyeshadow and red lipstick).
Should the "Thank You" notes say "thanks for the swell items" or should they fess up and say "I have no idea what you gave us but we really like you and are so glad you came to the party. Hope you enjoyed the takeaway goodybags which as you know by now contained candy recycled from the pinata".
Solutions anyone?
