Stop the Presses. I’m Going Mail a Letter. In the Actual Mail.
I’m sick of Hallmark cards. They’re dumb. So I went hunting for greeting cards that actually mean something. And lookey-loo what I found. NotMoira says the things you’ve always wanted to say (unless you’re inappropriate like me and already say them.)
NotMoira also offers recipe cards that I must have. There’s nothing like reminding yourself of fat pants before making a huge meal. Actually, maybe these will help me eat less. Ehhhh, who am I kidding?
No she didn’t. Oh yes she did.