My mom nearly forgot my daughter’s birthday. Her card arrived a few days late, but she was prepared with her excuse.
Here’s what came in the envelope:
And so, the enclosed letter from “Harold Postman”:
That’s how you write an excuse with flair.
A blogger who knows who he is, has talked about Dot’s pretzels and how superb they are (probably even erroneously claiming their superiority to my beloved Chex Mix). I didn’t give much thought to Dot’s, as they seemed to be local to his area.
But, lo and behold:
Now, now, folks, let’s not assume Dot’s has superiority based on perceived value due to cost and shelf placement. Yes, Mark, I was tempted, but, no, I didn’t buy your favored over-priced snack of choice.
I will, however, keep an eye on it in case it goes on sale to something reasonable! Then I’ll give it a try. Maybe. Perhaps. Probably.
Anyone eat anything new and interesting lately?
What’s the best excuse you’ve ever given or received?
Is my Mom great, or what? (Yes, Mom, I can see you beaming from here.)