greetings
I was card shopping yesterday - on the internet. You have no idea (or maybe you do) how difficult it is to search for a particular card on line. I was looking for one of these - though I never found the exact one I wanted. I did find some to show you.

Isn't that a comforting thought? Not a Christmas card, but a wonderful sentiment.

While I appreciate the beauty of this one, for some reason I was struck by the idea of writing: have a nice life inside it and sending it to someone I'd prefer not to see again. (Which is not me at all - I'm never mean spirited that way.)
And then, while still feeling a little mean, I saw this one -

and wanted, quickly, to send it to each of my boys.

I don't think I'd send my boys this one - I don't need any surprises. But I do have some friends who could stand to shake things up a bit.

And I know some people who could use some reassurance.
Someone could send this one to me:

while I try to remember this:

which I do believe to be true.

I love this last one. If you are to shy to "blackbird"* someone you could always send one of these.
These cards and many many others are available here.
I? Am still hunting.
*one of my readers referred to my habit of complimenting strangers on their wardrobes as blackbirding.
Isn't that a comforting thought? Not a Christmas card, but a wonderful sentiment.
While I appreciate the beauty of this one, for some reason I was struck by the idea of writing: have a nice life inside it and sending it to someone I'd prefer not to see again. (Which is not me at all - I'm never mean spirited that way.)
And then, while still feeling a little mean, I saw this one -
and wanted, quickly, to send it to each of my boys.
I don't think I'd send my boys this one - I don't need any surprises. But I do have some friends who could stand to shake things up a bit.
And I know some people who could use some reassurance.
Someone could send this one to me:
while I try to remember this:
which I do believe to be true.
I love this last one. If you are to shy to "blackbird"* someone you could always send one of these.
These cards and many many others are available here.
I? Am still hunting.
*one of my readers referred to my habit of complimenting strangers on their wardrobes as blackbirding.
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But today? Maybe because my period is looming, the Christmas tree is still not up and I've wanted it so for WEEKS and I'm not losing any weight, I sneer with derision at them all.
Sad isn't it.
(and you know how I Blackbirded someone the other week and we had a lovely chat, I did the same again yesterday at the shopping centre, complimenting a woman on her blouse, and she said a very gracious thank you, but all it did was make me feel dowdy and desperate. Sniff)
"Blackbirding." I like it!
Blackbirding: it's the new Random Act of Kindness.
I'm wondering how many times I'd have to hear I looked like Penelope Cruz before it got old...
If you are ever feeling a bit mean or snarky, or just need a good laugh, check out someecards.com.
jbhat
I will blackbird
I am blackbirding
I have blackbirded
http://mwkworks.com/desiderata.html
and you are TOO meanspirited that way sometimes! And that is why I love hanging out with you : )
and hey, bb? I am sure everything is happening for a reason (and no, I am NOT managing that with a straight face...)
xoxobb
I would go with the PMT theory myself.
I will look at your link tomorrow and be much more chilled about them.
I loved this
"Barn has burnt down. Now I can see the moon."
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