With his permission, I submit to you the front of a co-worker’s vacation postcard.
This is what it said on the back.
I’ll make it legible:
Greetings from Ireland. I must confess I ran into a bit of bad luck. Today, our first day in Ireland, I went jogging and got bit by a dog! Then Katie and I were passengers of a very violent auto collision. Our car was totaled. Katie’s neck and face were hurt. I hurt my back and broke several ribs. Feel very sore but we lived. I feel like hell. Will try to enjoy the rest of our trip.
(Update – Katie’s fine now, Bob’s kidneys and ribs are healing nicely.) I KNOW it’s terrible, but reading it makes laugh hysterically. I’m a very bad person. Luckily Bob has a good sense of humor. It’s the Very Worst Postcard Ever!
Baby-yarn ChicKami almost done. Pics this weekend. Working mad hours tonight and tomorrow and then I should get a weekend (albeit a shortened one). Fighting the cold with all my Vitamined C might.
That postcard is insane. I love it. I have the same perverse sense of humour. (I’m the one who laughs uncontrollably when I see people stumble as they get off a subway train — they all look like they’re tripping over invisible cats or something.) What kind of freak would even write a postcard like that? That’s the really funny part. Hi, I’ve broken every bone in my body and our hotel is on land mines, but things are looking up. Totally goofy.
EXACTLY! You have my sense of humor, Melissa.
I’m the same way…people falling down are funny.
Rachael, maybe you could go up to my mom and ask her if she’s mailed that box of yarn that I bought a month and a half ago.
I’ll go to Oakland if you come to Brooklyn! Not at the same time, though. That would defeat the whole purpose.
I love your new site! Very chic! 🙂
And that postcard is the funniest thing I’ve heard in a long, long time. So we’ll all be evil together.