jan. 10, 2010
thank you cards locked and loaded and ready to be delivered. mom made me write them when i was a wee little one. until my fingers bled. ok that may be an exaggeration, but back them I acted like it was torture. for a couple years, i lagged, and didn't write them or if i did they were super late. i've been re inspired, you could say, by the sweet and oh so punctual thank you cards from my dear friend stef, otherwise known and my significant other. so thank you mom for instilling this in me, and thank you stef for "re-instilling" it in me.